Trubadurzy: Połoniny niebieskie

When there's nothing left of me
Apart from the yellowed photos,
Blue will greet me with dawn
In a place that is not on the map.
Blue will greet me with dawn
In a place that is not on the map.

And when sand falls on me,
When four boards cover me,
Then I will go where the trail leads,
To the mountain pastures, to the blue ones.
Then I will go where the trail leads,
To the mountain pastures, to the blue ones.

A blue car will give me a lift
Pulled by blue horses.
He will drive through the blue world,
Until it becomes neglected in the distance.

I will see among the slender mallows
The wind in the late evening silence is dying.
I will only feel a little sorry
That your grass is so green.
I will only feel a little sorry
That your grass is so green.

A blue car will give me a lift
Pulled by blue horses.
He will drive through the blue world,
Until it becomes neglected in the distance.
He will drive through the blue world,
Until it becomes neglected in the distance.