Marek Grechuta - Nie dotykaj dzikich róż

Slowely, quietly
The rose arises in our garden
Arises that kind of huge rose
That immerses in the light of the Sun
Rose, that immerses
Immerses in the light of the Sun

And when we blow at her
Dance, sing
She'll smell of a scent
That will make birds loose its wings
That will char all the trees
That will make singer go silent
What matures will not mature
Rose with impossible power
Will ring like cast iron
When you nudge her - you will disturb the silence

There is a drought in that silence
That even a butterfly doesn't move
All scorched thoughts will fall
Sparrows will fall down from apple trees
Rose burns with fire
With great fire
Reminds of geraniums
Burning walls will burst
They will melt inflamed
Get out and see the flame
Get out and see the flame
Get out and see the flame

But it may, it may be possible that
You can get burned
When the light touches your face
Well anyway, anyway
Well, anyway, anyway
Well, anyway, anyway
Don't you touch wild roses

Well anyway, anyway
Well, anyway, anyway
Well, anyway, anyway
Don't you touch wild roses