Krystyna Janda - Ogrzej mnie

Day or night, whether it's scorching heat or frost, the same content
Resonates invariably in my song

My body is enough for thirty-six and six
My soul needs much more

My body is enough to drink and eat something
Sleep a little on its side or on its back

And our economic miracle provides me with this, but
My soul invariably asks thus:

Warm me
A poem full of wonders, a partner of my insomnia
Warm me, warm me!

Inflame me
Unfinished exchange of sentences, a wonderful quarrel half-broken
Inflame me, inflame me!

Oh, life, inflame, warm my soul, for it will die
To a hundred, to two hundred, to a thousand, to a million
Listen to my insistent request in the soul
I want to have a fever! Give me a fever!

Warm me up
Pale cousin Melpomene, with one well-played scene
Warm me up, warm me up.

Warm me up,
World woven from silly dreams, accordion in a night bar
Warm me up, warm me up.

And the world says to that: normal state of the soul
It doesn't have to be a low-grade fever

You need to be examined, some plan made
To get these absurd problems out of your head once and for all

They scheme, investigate whether it's a dog or a devil
And my soul still lacks joy

In the old way I send a stubborn S.O.S.
In the old way, every day, it begs like this:

Warm me up
Fierce discord against this world, from which I parted so young
Come back, warm me up!

Warm me up
Moments of madness and joy, my identity, immutability
Prove - warm me up!

My world, ignite my soul to the end
My world, turn my soul into a particle of the sun
Let it shine in the dark, let it brighten the lousy days
I want to have a fever! Give me a fever!

Ignite me
Sunflower curved line, Van Gogh's golden perspective
Ignite, ignite me.

Warm me
Love that I do not know yet from spring lilacs with lilac rain
Come and warm me!