Ania Rusowicz - Zieloni mi

Rustle and bustle in the chimney,
On the field the wind joins in,
On the cloud a ball until morning,
And the weather is singing.

I feel green and peaceful,
I feel green,
Because your hands are like lilies of the valley.
The night smells to us
Like that young forest,
Full of ash-grey mist,
And in the forest silence
Only you and me...

And the weather is singing,
On the cloud a ball until morning,
The water and the reeds are chatting,
That we are drawn to each other.

I feel green, like on Sunday,
Thank you, my dearest,
For this greenness.
I feel green,
It's you, just you,
I dream of you day and night
And you are my peace
In a bad city.

I feel green, emerald,
When your hand
Sleeps next to mine, like a fruit.
I feel green,
Because it's you, just you,
I dream of you day and night
And you are my peace
In bad times.

It's rustle and bustle in the chimney,
On the field the wind joins in,
The water and the reeds are chatting,
That we are drawn to each other,
The water and the reeds are chatting...