Mazowsze - Co ja myślę

What I think, I'll say
And I won't deny it
Oh, the guys are cunning
And so are we, in a way

So many letters written
On white paper
So much anger, falseness
In every bachelor

For in a man there is as much truth
As there is water in a basket
It's a pity for the girl, a pity for youth
And a pity for her beauty

A bird sat on an oak
And hummed softly
Don't trust a boy, don't trust a boy
Because he deceives

Don't worry, my girl
Even if the hell burns
Love, love young boys
Whenever you get the chance