Grzegorz Turnau - Bracka

The frost captured the north
Big Dipper fell from the sky
(And) thoroughly covered our terra
Thoughts were frozen to death
Good dreams gave their last breath
But at least you can still feel the terror

The South’s in scorching heat
The snow’s gone in a heartbeat
Frail landscape embraced by the sand-filled air
Lord, the day’s so sizzling and hot
But at least, perhaps, why not
We could fall in love just in there

And in Cracow, Bracka in the pouring rain
When the need to live is hard to bear
Corridors and kitchens are drowning as well
And I’m stuck to the walls while my wet carpet rolls
Soaked with tears, the rain’s not to blame

The darkness envelops the West
With a warm blanket you’re blessed
You fall asleep and everything’s clear
Put together your hands
And that’s how it all ends
But at least in your dreams the world’s not drear

If you lust for adventure
In the East you can venture
Even though you may not last that long
But at least in the East you can enjoy the life’s feast
The sunset promises the good morning’s song

And in Cracow, Bracka in the pouring rain
Weepin’ and sleepin’, the kitchen sink’s drippin’
The radiator’s drowning in sweat
From head to toe you can feel puddles flow
Soaked with tears, the rain’s not to blame
Cause in Cracow, Bracka’s in the pouring rain
The life’s a wonder that compels you to ponder
Corridors and kitchens are drowning as well
And I’m stuck to the walls while my wet carpet rolls
Soaked with tears, the rain’s not to blame

Cause in Cracow, Bracka’s in the pouring rain
in Cracow, Bracka’s in the pouring rain
pouring rain
pouring rain