Kasia Nosowska - Wielka dama tańczy sama

Ms. Big-Shot dances alone
With Ms. Big-Shot time itself plays
She ordered a cake for Sunday
Ms. Big-Shot, wide stride

So came the future fate and misery
So came grief, pale guest
They spread out a full range of concerns
They will eat Ms. Big-Shot's whole cake

Ms. Big-Shot dances alone again
Loses her red shawl
Four verities for Ms. Big-Shot
And the time keeps dancing

Ms. Big-Shot is drunk with sadness
She drinks gold tears
Ms. Big-Shot is proud and alone
In a damp misty dress

On Ms. Big-Shot's knee
Sat a big black cat
He squints his eyes and counts the golden tears
Ms. Big-Shot strokes him the wrong way

So left the future fate and misery
So left the sad silver man
She turned over the shawl
And so forth, so forth in turn

Ms. Big-Shot dances alone again
Loses her red shawl
Four verities for Ms. Big-Shot
And the time keeps dancing

Ms. Big-Shot is drunk with sadness
She drinks gold tears
Ms. Big-Shot is proud and alone
In a damp misty dress