Grzegorz Turnau - Pianista i ja

The Sweet Basil - so is the name of the bar
Closed, cause it's already past midnight
So warm in here. A bit sorry to leave
Barman's tucking the last glasses.
Drinking up my beer, just reaching for my coat
In my pocket got the coin for the pianist
Over the keyboard I see the sad face
On the pyramid of sheet music - a glass of whisky
He says - Please, tell me how it is
Why need to hide everything in this world
I'm here everynight, in two, in three, in six
And this is whole my life!
My girlfriend left me today in the morning
Beause I couldn't hide one thing:
That the moment I sit down to the piano
I forget I have a soul and have a body.
He stopped and looked somewhere into the darkness of the empty hall
And I was fiddling with the coin...
Excuse me, I said, would you like a cigarette?
And could you play that waltz...
We looked at each other for a good moment
The barman looked grimly at his watch
So I searched some pennies out for a tip
And went towards the door through the empty hall
Walking I thought, man, you see, it's how it is
What you said is familiar to me somehow
That beer and you, and rain on the street
And each with an umbrella on their way
For sure, you'll find soon a girl
Who thinks, feels, loves and can...
So fore you sit again tomorrow to the piano
Throw these few needless photographs away