Daria Zawiałow & Dawid Podsiadło - Nikt tak pięknie nie mówił, że się boi miłości

Often your city eyes springs green
They are so cold and weird
In sick conversations, the eyes are looking elsewhere
They just look where to hide

Your view - non-crumbling dough
They don't smell like peppermint ointment
Me in your arms - irrelevant dissonance
A rain of happiness, gunshot over the precipice

In a whisper on ear I will say that
That I, I renounce it ...
That I, I renounce it ...

These mornings like fever (malaria one)
At your windows just like a beggar
I have sat behind a tree more than once

And falling stars
Drunken stars on the stack
Night when I'm dying

Before the lightning and the rainbow pass through the sorrows bridge
The previous day will depart from here on the cloud
Before the peas and roses kiss over the fence again
Before the dust sweeps the yard

In a whisper on ear I will say that
That I, I renounce it ...
I renounce it ...
I renounce because ...
I renounce because ...
Nobody said so beautifully that he is afraid of love
Nobody said so beautifully that he is afraid of love
Like you

And when I will meet you on death corners
I'll just tell you this again
And when I will meet you on death corners
I'll just tell you this again

And when I will meet you on the corners of death
I'll just tell you this again
And when I will meet you on the corners of death
I'll just tell you this again

And when I will meet you on the corner of death
I'll just tell you this again
And when I will meet you on the corner of death
I'll just tell you this again

Nobody said so beautifully that he is afraid of love
Nobody said so beautifully that he is afraid of love

Like you