Marek Grechuta - Bo po to są

This rhythm, ah this tiny rhythm!
In my heart is exclamation mark,
Oh word! This one word,
which will be preface to me.

To life every day,
This tiny word enduringly as preface,
When by conversation can be nothing
Because to words...

Somewhere it receded, somewhere it got lost,
When so many others made a discovery,
So many turned
All world inside out.

Word - matchmaker, word - brother, word - essence!
I'm not one of those that all is the same for me,
I'm not one of those that you better be silence.

I will take to pieces, I will untangle,
Series of words like shield,
When it's needed that at attention,
When it's needed that to the wind.

There are needed true words,
There are needed kind words,
Because heart is only one,
And only one world!

Let they tangle,
Let they not end,
Let they call
Let they connect,
Long series of undone opinions.

Let they be blood,
Let they be tear,
Because they are such,
Because they are for something
Because for something... Because they are for something!

When you will get it off one's chest,
You will turn bad card,
Because for what?
So, because for what?
Because for what they are?

This speech to hell!
When they are stick like preface,
And next... What next?
So, because for what they are?

Not... Do not let them deafen,
And do not let them crush,
Because for that,
Because for that,
Because for that they are!

Let they will sound the sun,
Let they will be fed,
Because for that,
Because for that,
Because for that they are!

mmm....

This rhythm, ah this tiny rhythm!
In my heart is exclamation mark,
Oh word! This one word,
which will be preface to me.

To life every day,
This tiny word enduringly as preface,
Preface!

mmm...