Edyta Geppert - Serenada

I will not knock on my lover's gate this morning
A mermaid stopped me in the silver mirror of the waters
She let loose her green hair - let the depths play with it
And asked with the murmur of the water why I was hurrying to him so much?

As long as sadness did not dwell in my everyday day
I can create an image of happiness from dreams and dreams
As long as no shadow fell on the meadow of my feelings
Only the sun, only the stars and the holiday day.

A poor heart will not resolve this doubt
Does he still love very much or a little less?

Who will teach, who will suggest what would be needed
So that tears would not take away joy from under our eyelids,
So that in the flood of sweetened words and tiny lies
Even a tiny particle of heaven would remain in us.

No wise women will advise me which path to take,
No acacia leaf will hastily foretell me
The forked owl, lost in sleep, does not know
Whether this mermaid is right to disturb me.

In fear the poor heart beats with the echo of this song
Does he still love very much, or a little less?
Or a little less?