Cira - Skiba Blues

Verse 1:
Summer flies away, the smell of autumn
I take the harmonica and put it in my pocket
A night walk, I hopefully set off
With a slow step down the avenue of the blues
Ah, it's the music whispering to me
I take out my notebook and tilt a hundred*
I look for a bench, oh there's one, chill
I pull out my organ, Skiba blues
Time to burn the crumbs
I'm playing under my breath and calling up the spirits
Ha, Music whispering to me again
Crazy Bashka** on a rotten currant
Today the air smells beautiful
Paradoxically the door closed in front of us
In the footsteps of Rysiek no matter what time it is
The last penny in the open Kasa Chorych***

Ref:
I know it too,
I've been there, I've felt it
I've seen it all

Solo

Verse 2:
I'm trotting down the track, those were people of passion
A souvenir of bluesmen, full of big names
The old paddle is held by Jarek Tioskow
He starts to play, may it go on
Soul flies bluntly
Can you feel it? Here comes Włodek Dudek
He swings the wind, it's Zbyszek Richter,
Who on a string begins his walk
I stop by Skiba again
Maybe he'll give the lonely scribe the gift of inspiration
A harmonica, a bag in the other fist
In fields of poppies the greatest died****
My parents knew Skiba
And he was on the ascent when I was born
I'm cussing too much, I'm going to sit here, relax
I close my eyelids, Skiba blues

Ref:
I know it too,
I was there, I felt it
I've seen it all

I know it too,
I was there, I felt it
I've seen it all

Solo 2

(In the background, Rysiek Riedel: "The way he treated that instrument, and.... He could play anything on it. I don't know how he did it but... he was the best. There won't be anyone like him anymore.")

* drink a 100ml bottle of vodka
** A song name of Kasa Chorych band
*** Sickness Fund
**** Ryszard Skiba died of heroin overdose as well as a few of his friends - also musicians