Tradycyjne & Biesiadne: Czarne oczy

If I had a guitar
Then I would play it
I would tell about my love
Which I experienced myself
I would tell about my love
Which I experienced myself

And those black eyes
If only I had them
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul
I don't smoke the pipe
I'm sick of vodka
Only of you, my girl,
- my soul, my heart dreams.
Only of you, my girl,
- my soul, my heart dreams.
And those black eyes
If only I had them
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul
People say: Fool,
Why did you take her?
Why did you love this black, playful girl
so deeply?
Why did you love this black, playful girl
so deeply
And those black eyes
If only I had them
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul
For those black, beautiful eyes
I'd give my heart and soul