Irena Santor - Tych lat nie odda nikt

These years will not give anyone
These years will not give anyone
When I went on his way
By the way, you
When the words of suppressed grief
When the eyes darkened anger
When teased the sound of music
And night birds singing

Those years lost years
Already we do not give anyone
No we do not give beautiful
Night or day
These sunsets full of color
And those spring storms
When the wind bent trees
When spinning gold dust
Quietest few moments
Before dawn he woke birds
And the stars have fallen down
Do not give us no one

These years will not give anyone
These years will not give anyone
No longer returns those nights or days
Quietly in the heart of grief
Let's get sudden anger
Witajmy sound of music
And night birds singing
These years, reaching years
Even we did not take one
Nobody will take beautiful night nor day
These sunsets full of color
And those spring storms
When the wind bent trees
When spinning gold dust

Quietest few moments
Before dawn the birds awake
And the stars are flying down
Do not take us no one
Do not take us no one
Do not take us no one ...