Beata Kozidrak - Stara baśń (Kasia Pietras)

Before you choose one of the ways
Before you fulfil the miracle of love
Before you learn the taste of hatred,
That the wind whispers about at night

Before the stress of daily life pulls you in
New problems, a new age
Let me tell you about one of the roads,
That someone had once walked on

Tales, you sometimes like to tell these stories
Signs of those times are among us
Mood, you need the right mood for everything
Sometimes you need to hold onto the wind

This world, as if made ​​of glass
Can be broken with one move of hand
It was a world, as if made of glass
Try to remember about it

Tell me that old tale
Before a new day awakens us
I'll keep these words within me
And I'll put my imagination into gear

Let that boat sway us,
One god with four faces
And that love, the trace of which
Shall remain within us forever

Tales, are they just tales nowadays?
Signs of the times are among us
Mood, you not necessarily need the mood
Of wind, to hold onto the wind

And you will get to know this world, as if made from glass
Can be broken with one move of hand
It was a world, as if made from glass
Try to remember about it

Before fulfilling the miracle of love
Choose one of the ways