Maryla Rodowicz - Gaj

In the tangled grove of hands and feet
we whisper sacred words,
as the young God once whispered,
to the incomprehensible goddess.
Ole, ole, ole, ola, oli...
to the incomprehensible goddess...
Ole, ole, ole, ola, oli...
to the incomprehensible goddess...

In the red blaze of fervent desires
we burn like torches,
and we fall asleep dreaming in the sky,
innocently and gently,
cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt...
innocently and gently...
cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt...
innocently and gently...

In the mournful chill of familiar lips
we seek solace,
listening as the pulse grows cold
and meanings get confused.
it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing...
meanings get confused...
it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing...
meanings get confused...

As long as the demon of sorrow sleeps,
let the young desires live.
As long as life flickers within us,
as long as there are money.
ole, ole, ole, ola, oli...
as long as there are money...
ole ole, ole, ola, oli...
as long as there are money...

ole, ole, ole, ola, oli...
as long as there are money...
ole ole, ole, ola, oli...
let the young desires live...
cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt, cyt...
as long as there are money...
ole ole, ole, ola, oli...
let the young desires live...