Marek Grechuta - W dzikie wino zaplątani

In a garden beside the house
A life nearly above means
You could have, milady.

Yet what am I to do
When a wild field covered the garden,
Entangling us

For in the garden grows a vine
In wild vines the world entwined
For in the garden grows wild vine
Girl, who has sown it here?

For in the garden grows a vine
In wild vines the world entwined
For in the garden grows wild vine
Who has sown it here?


Tell me who could've sown this wild vine!
Hey, girl – maybe it was you.
What have you sown this wild vine for?
Why did you plant it here?

When she tells me she wishes to ride in a chariot
and speaks to me as if to a wall
Oh the problem doesn't lie in the carriage, no,
It's just that I'm completely entangled

For in my house a wild vine grows,
I mix the windows with the door
For in my house a wild vine grows,
Who has sown it here?

Tell me who could've sown this wild vine!
Hey, girl – maybe it was you.
What have you sown this wild vine for?
Why did you plant it here?

In my obstinacy I plunge into the thicket and rummage in the vines,
tearing everything off the door and wall.
Suddenly she says that wine she craves, wine she wants,
and in an empty house I am entangled.

Where is the wine, the wild vine?
Will it not entwine us again?
I could get lost with you in between the vines
And curl inside their shelter

Tell me, who will sow wild vines for us,
Hey, girl – maybe you will do it for me?
Tell me, who will sow wild vines for us,
Who will plant them here?