L.U.C. & RB Film Orchestra - Koniec Lata (feat. Kwiat Jabłoni, Bela Komoszyńska)

Tłumaczenie:

When it blows here again
When the cold wind blows again
I'll hang on to the white clouds
And fly, fly far away

Above the tiny pond
Above the tiny quiet ravine
A doe's eyes, a wolf's spirit
A human's heart - a curse or a blessing

I'm now flying over the forests
I'm flying over every fence
Above the acres, above the forests
Above the stars, far away from here

The echo of people's spiteful words
Like a distant, like a distant background
Say whatever you want to say
Your voice won't reach me anymore

The warm wind will return here
And it'll carry me away like a feather
I'll hang on to the white clouds
And fly away, farewell

I'm flying now towards the mountains
Towards the sea, towards my dreams
Inside me a flame, a wolf's spirit
Many torn wounds and skins

The warm wind will return here
And it'll carry me away like a feather
I'll hang on to the white clouds
And fly away, farewell

I'm flying now towards the mountains
Towards the sea, towards my dreams
Inside me a flame, a wolf's spirit
Many torn wounds and skins

From the sky a view of the wide
A view of the whole wide world
The fields like those paper cutouts
The fields like a little paper flower

Hey, unknown lands
Hidden markets of the merry towns
My wounds like this spring's dawn
Are healed by the warm sun rays

The warm wind will return here
And it'll carry me away like a feather
I'll hang on to the white clouds
And fly away, farewell

I'm flying now towards the mountains
Towards the sea, towards my dreams
Inside me a flame, a wolf's spirit
Many torn wounds and skins