Magda Steczkowska - Uciekaj moje serce

Somewhere in a hotel's hallway - a short moment,
hands entwined somewhere on a beach, a sparkle in an eye,
a letter sent in a hurry,
a daisy of snow, a good thought,
All that is not enough, my heart, to live for.

Run away with the dawn, or you will leave in shame
an no one will forgive the coldness of your lips

The rainy tuesdays that come atfer the sundays,
a drop of regret, that you are to blame for,
it;s not true that it was ment this way,
that one should go into a mere nothingness,
All that is not enough, my heart, to live for.

Run away with the dawn, or you will leave in shame
an no one will forgive the coldness of your lips, the lack of words,
Run away with the dawn, or you will leave in shame
an no one will forgive the coldness of your lips.

Sudden and shamefull take offs, not funny ones,
A not knowing but betrayed dog or teddybear,
A pathetically thin buch of flowers,
and another illusion, another thread,
All that is not enough, my heart, to live for.

Run away with the dawn, or you will leave in shame
an no one will forgive the coldness of your lips, the lack of words,
Run away with the dawn, or you will leave in shame
an no one will forgive the coldness of your lips.