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A Ballad Of An Organ Grinder

Once upon a time in Warsaw
an organ grinder with his barrel organ1
walked the Śniadeckich, and Żurawia streets2.
He knew every gateway by heart.
From one yard to another,
he never missed any gateway.
On his barrel organ he played
sometimes an oberek3, sometimes a mazurka4.
 
But he had one melody
that he played most willingly
to the eagerly listening outbuildings.
He would give a sign with his hand
and soon the melancholy notes
of an old waltz would fill the yard,
and he, with his barrel organ,
would hum to himself like this:
 
Warsaw, my Warsaw,
the smile and the tears are for you.
He who saw you once, Warsaw,
will keep you in his heart forever.
 
And one day, having drifted off
to a sound sleep after his hard work,
he never woke up again.
Every life comes to its end!
The barrel organ stood in the corner
and it might have been crying,
because on its body people could see
tear-shaped drops of dew.
 
And in the meantime the organ grinder
knocked at the celestial gate
that he had found among the clouds,
and he entered the Heaven’s yard.
And the old waltz floated
towards the celestial outbuildings,
towards the winged cherubs
who came flying at once...
 
Warsaw, my Warsaw,
the smile and the tears are for you.
He who saw you once, Warsaw,
will keep you in his heart forever.
 
He who saw you once, Warsaw,
will keep you in his heart forever.
 

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• 2. streets in the centre of Warsaw
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Over The Horizon

There, over the horizon, where the world ends,
where only a bird or wind passes sometimes,
on that side there’s a world that I know.
 
There… You’d only need to know how to get there,
and you could leave everything even today
and step into the world… But how to get there?
 
Where is the happiness
of your best years that you’re missing?
The rain has taken it away,
bad weather has covered it with grey fog.
 
And there there’s a cloudless sky and a spotless sun

Let's Dance A Tango

Say to me: 'My one and only, my dream come true'.
Let’s dance a tango! Let’s dance a tango!
Put your arms tightly around my neck.
I want to forget this bad life.
 
There’s no need to cry and be sad, my baby!
Let’s dance a tango! Let’s dance a tango!
Its melody will intoxicate you like strong wine
and everything will turn into a sweet dream.
 
And when the wine dazes you like a cloud,
in a sweet reverie you’ll half-close your dreamy eyes
and you’ll whisper: 'This world is good and charming!
I’m happy to have you so close to me'.
 
And when the last glass gets empty,
I’ll press my hot lips to your forehead,
two arms will envelop you like a shawl,
and, from afar, someone will play us a tango again.
 
There’s no need to cry and be sad, my baby!
Let’s dance a tango! Let’s dance a tango!
Its melody will intoxicate you like strong wine
and everything will turn into a sweet dream.
 

When Lilacs Bloom In The Botanic Garden

The Sun,
hot and tender,
sends its radiant messengers
to the stillness of a dormant Earth.
 
Life
wakes us at the crack of dawn
and we whisper in amazement:
'here, Spring has come!'
 
Warsaw in flowers
scents like a magical park.
On scarlet mouth
I put the red of my lips.
 
When lilacs bloom
in the Botanic Garden,
with my handsome boyfriend
I dream of happiness.
 
I go for a walk
amidst the lilac bunches
and I tune my hopeful heart
to the spring tone.
 
When lilacs bloom
in the Botanic Garden,
my heart trembles
in this idyllic mood.
 
The clouds of worries and cheating fade,
the whole world grins at us
when fragrant lilacs bloom
in the Botanic Garden.
 
Behold!
The gold of the Sun shines through us.
Everything seems to be a caress,
everything’s on fire, everything’s music.
 
The heart
dresses up in carpets of flowers
and after a long time of disregard
your love comes back again.
 
Warsaw in flowers
seduces us with the fragrance of lilacs.
In these aromas
I’ll find my happiness again.
 
When lilacs bloom
in the Botanic Garden,
my heart trembles
in this idyllic mood.
 
The clouds of worries and cheating fade,
the whole world grins at us
when fragrant lilacs bloom
in the Botanic Garden.