Michał Bajor - Ale piosenka

The Poem Carries a Voice
And Music comes to meet it
The Poem makes a gesture
As if it were unlocking the door to a song

They go on, and He
Has many "buts" about Her tones
Though She has,
not without "but, but," many charms

CHORUS:
But all those "buts"!
La-la-la-la-la-la
and on

**Oh, what a rhythm**
Swirls, phrases, and a blini's grace
I - says the Poem -
won't last long in this song

Oh, what a rhyme,
metaphors in a well of words
And Music cries -
I won’t stay long in this song

CHORUS:
But all those "buts"!
La-la-la-la-la-la
and on

I - says the Poem -
don't arrange thoughts from syllables
A tad too many notes
No thought could endure this rhythm

I know! I know it well
Madam has a "musical opinion"
and I have an opinion, too
either reason or, perhaps, a dance

CHORUS:
But all those "buts"!

Sir, dear Poem, you quickly throw up your hands
I, perhaps too,
forgive me, like a "hedgehog in a dress"
For, dear Poem,
without measure, I know so little
But when the time comes,
Oh! I'll dance with reason too

CHORUS:
But all those "buts"!
La-la-la-la-la-la
and on

The Poem carries a voice
And Music comes to meet it
Taste loves a gesture
And that doesn’t close the door to song

Together, though He
Has many "buts" about Her tones
Though She has,
not without "but, but,"
many charms

CHORUS:
But all those "buts"!
La-la-la-la-la-la
and on