Czerwone Gitary - Mija rok

This year brought us so many gifts:
Meadows full of flowers to the bees,
Fields of crops to the people,
Full ears to the grains,

It has covered fields with layer of snow,
So that they can rest in winter.
You are thinking, and so am I,
What the past year gave us.

It was a year, a good year.
With sadness I part with it today.
It will make room for the new days
The old year, the good year.

It's passing for us with a happy day,
In which we're together again.
Often it would bring us sadness,
Often it would bring us happiness.

Ask the first star today,
What the next year will bring.
I am waiting, and so are you...
The clock began striking midnight now.

The year is passing, the good year.
With sadness I part with it today.
It will make room for the new days
The old year, the good year.

It was a year, a good year.
With sadness I part with it today.
It will make room for the new days
The old year, the good year.