Mateusz Weber - Miłość Biuralisty

One day, one rainy day
I met her when going home from the office
And because her office is next to mine
We walked right next to one another, while it was raining

That's when I thought to myself:
"What if I fell in love with her?"
Just a little bit, not much
Dream of her a little, miss her a little
She doesn't even have to like me back
Maybe just a tiny bit
And then it happened...

Flowers for her - a hundred złoty
A letter to her - three złoty
I had to get haircuts constantly
(And it costs seven fifty, no less)
Or
Stand in the rain
And look at her
Through her window

The doctor came
I paid him five hundred złoty
(Even though it was just a light pneumonia and he didn't have to come to me five times... Nevermind!)
Long story short
I'm well now
Then
I bought her a boquet of roses again

All together - seven hundred eighty two złoty and fourty four grosz
But...

One day, one sunny day
I met her when going home from the office
Suddenly she smiled at me so nicely
It warmed my heart

And then I thought to myself:
"What I we fell in love together?"
Because that would be easier and more fun, right?
And cheaper, too?
Some money here, some money there
Together we could manage
And then it happened...

A trip to Sopot - three... thousand złoty
High-heels - two thousand złoty
A cinema date every other day
And songs playing from a jukebox
(Every minute, each one costing one fifty)
Three złoty for privacy at the gate
And five more for the groundskeeper
And then, you guessed it, gentlemen
A bouquet of roses again, of course!
Because it's either birthday or name day:
Once in September, twice in June and twice in December
For Józafata's day!

Then suddenly
A new fashion trend
Now everyone
Is wearing suspenders
And for every pair of trousers
And every skirt
She needed a different pair of suspenders
Each one bought with my money

One day, one winter day
I met her when going home from the office
I had to pay for her cab again
I was sitting next to her, it was snowing

And then I thought to myself:
"What if I stopped loving her?"
A normal thing, an amicable separation
No arguments, no scenes
Just say: "Goodbye.. My love!
Goodbye! Let's drink this wine together and don't think badly of me!"
And then it happened...

Champagne - six hundred złoty, of course!
Flowers - five bouquets, of course!
Because
I needed to show off
If we're splitting, she'd better rember it!

A gypsy was playing for us
A large guys
I paid him a hundred złoty
For this waltz
Here's the waltz!

This is the waltz
During which we all cried
I cried
She cried
And the whole gypsy band, for whom I paid, also cried!

Then
A boquet of roses, again!
Because if not now
Then when?

Thank you
And that's when I decided I need to steal all that money, your honor...