Kapela Górole - Greckie Wino

Promenade his brilliance encouraged me then,
I went to her panting, no one asked what I want.
An ordinary guy on the threshold stood in the summer night.
Men czarnoocy between them took me,
wardrobe sobbed playing old songs, who knew them,
Then, suddenly, someone poured into a glass of my wine sip.

Let the soul of blood, red Greek wine,
Let guitars singing, let the old songs flow,
and among us, including wine, let them drown grief, as in the heart of the game.
My sorrows away, so the wine pour over night, let the dream of
and muses game, and the Acropolis, you are not alone, to Greece getting / closer to us / 2x

Somewhere in the middle of the night there guest in this house warm,
Greek boys talked about girls, his country, with the waves,
the color of the meadows, a shade of palm trees.
I listened to the speech as a tuneful melodies of the past.
my soul the desire to get to know better the world,
the world of my dreams and my dreams, wonderful world.

Let the soul of blood, red Greek wine,
Let guitars singing, let the old songs flow,
and among us, including wine, let them drown grief, as in the heart of the game.
My sorrows away, so the wine pour over night, let the dream of
and muses game, and the Acropolis, you are not alone, to Greece getting / closer to us / x3