Maryla Rodowicz - Mówiły mu

In a town that lies somewhere there
between Szklarska Poręba and Gdynia,
lived a man who was known among ladies
for deservedly having the worst reputation.

It’s hard to find any virtues in him,
but he steadily developed his flaws,
so the girls didn’t hide at all
what they thought about men like him.

They called him a scoundrel, they called him a rogue,
just some trifling thing you'd only wave away.
They told him: Go away! They told him: Oh, you!
They told him once and a hundred times, for so many days.

Though it’s hard to expect from a scoundrel,
that any truth will reach him,
that he’ll sense what lies beneath,
that he’ll understand, that he’ll know everything...

They told him: Go away!
They told him: Oh, you!
They told him once and a hundred times
for so many days.

It takes strength to change this world.
Where’s a girl to find such strength?
Perhaps words of truth spoken for years
could even change him...

But he looked them in the eyes so intently,
that somehow it felt different
and those words that were meant to mean something,
suddenly meant something else.

They called him a scoundrel,
they called him a rogue,
just some trifling thing
you'd only wave away.

They told him: Go away!
They told him: Oh, you!
They told him once and a hundred times,
for so many days.

And who would expect from a scoundrel
that any truth would reach him,
that he’d sense what lies beneath,
that he’d understand, but then again, who knows.

They told him: Go away!
They told him: Oh, you!
And then something changed,
and afterwards they followed him.

They called him a scoundrel,
they called him a rogue,
just some trifling thing
you'd only wave away.

La la la la la la...