Maryla Rodowicz& Helena Vondrackowa - Laska Niebieska

Everyone would want, I suppose you and you, sir,
To have such a jug, a painted jug, this jug,
Praised with beautiful words by our friend Vondrackova,
To drink wine from this jug every day,
To delight, to the zenith, to the dregs.

Wine and song, what more to want on this night,
The moon among the trees whistles like a blackbird,
Come Helen, pour the wine quickly for us,
We’ll give Mr. Gruza a kiss, it’ll be easier for him,
And we’ll sing a heavenly song.

Wine and song, what more to want on this night,
The moon among the trees whistles like a blackbird,
Come Maryla, sing for us, please,
We’ll give Ms. Zuzia a kiss, it’ll be easier for her,
And we’ll sing a heavenly song about love.

The stick has two ends, one end will be yours,
The stick has two ends, the other end will be mine,
And though it sounds funny,
Love means stick and stick means love,
Though it sounds funny.

You can take this stick,
I don't care at all,
Mine? A blue stick...
But that’s not a stick, that’s a cane!

How is it yours,
It’s my stick.

The stick has two ends, one end will be yours,
The stick has two ends, the other end will be mine.

This is where the song ends,
So Maryla and Helenka,
Are leaving now.

You know what, I think it’s neither
Your stick nor mine,
It’s ours, a common, heavenly stick.