Текст песни Ewa Demarczyk - Томашов

Maybe we are with you in Tomasho
Raise at least a day, my favorite?
There may be amber twilight
All quiet september fastened.

In the White House in a quiet hall,
Where everything is now alien
Our conversation is sad, longtime,
We must finish with you.

So can again we in Tomasho
Raise at least a day, my favorite?
There may be amber twilight
All quiet september fastened.

From the clear eye my lies
Tear track to the lips salty,
And you are silent, do not answer
And the grapes you eat green.

That house abandoned, the hall ...
And still, unable to understand ...
People contributed to someone's furniture,
Then in thought came out ..

And yet there is a lot there left
And the quiet September is still ...
So can we even for a day
Fight in Tomashov, my favorite?

My eyes sing with Moloto "Du Holde Kunst ..."
And the heart rushes, and you have to go,
Give her hand
In my hand she is calm,
And leaving you leaving you
As a dream, our conversation robs, bless, curse
"DU HOLDE KUNST ..." EE
And everything, without a word ...

Maybe we are with you in Tomasho
Raise at least a day, my favorite?
There may be amber twilight
All quiet september fuss ...

From the clear eye my lies
Tear track to the lips salty,
And you are silent, do not answer
And grapes you eat green ...