Maryla Rodowicz - Bar przed zakrętem

To a restaurant at the turn where
A neon sign shines in plastic
We have finally come to rest
Exhausted by hundreds of miles
Taken our seats near the exit as
It is easier, no question about it
Ordering whatsoever
Quickly off the menu

It is been already late, it is been too early at once
Anyway, no one can guess the exact time
Shadows being fluttering, ghosts still being asleep
In the gray fog in the meadows
One can hear horses neighing

Here and there we are aliens
Full of impressions, dates and places
None of us can make use of
Here and there we are redundant
Everywhere which means nowhere
We experience our lives rolling on
Just from one dream to another

God knows where we are coming from
And where we are going to, God knows as well
Honking instead of solemn horns
Will need to suffice on the Day of Judgement
Going ahead just like blind men
Willing to run off the history
Still we have a thousand versts to reach Europe
But choosing forever the wrong ways

It is been already late...