Sanah: Miłość jest ślepa

Loving me is like the seasons,
After months of darkness,
The sun shines from behind the clouds.

Loving me is like beyond to leap,
Over a precipice deep,
Then it's all downhill.

Loving me like winter in a pergola,
The frost what's smacking you,
And you're hoping for a miracle.

I run away, but I walk slowly,
Maybe someone will catch up with me,
But enough, onward.

I hear the bird singing about it,
The flower, the grass, the whole world,
And the streams, and the trees,
And they're chattering on like this.

She's not worth a penny, let her go,
For there are no more words,
Don't look back,
Or you'll turn into a pillar of salt.

Tasty as breadcrumbs,
She listens to Mozart and loves roses,
Love is blind,
And you've seen too much already.

She's not worth a penny, let her go,
For there are no more words,
Don't look back,
Or you'll turn into a pillar of salt.

Tasty as breadcrumbs,
She listens to Mozart and loves roses,
Love is blind,
And you've seen too much already.