Natalia Nykiel - Pół dziewczyna

Frost. Ice is covering the map
The wind's dancing its way
Wherever you look are humps of drifts
The tree branches
Are like the blackness of a stave
The half note's the raven
The quavers are the thousand of crows

The snow (snow)
Sitcks to the lashes (lashes)
I'm freezing to death (death)
The blood stops circulating (blood)

And you were supposed to be here
Standing on the meeting of streets
Next to the newsstand
Surrounded by the humps of drifts

At least once, only once
Shall you come and be on time
I'm growing roots down here
I'm growing roots again
Half a girl, half a maple

To stand, to graze like cattle
When river's in floe
When the town's chipped in ice

Try it yourself (yourself)
To stare like a raven (raven)
There's a bone in the branch (bone)
Like how the wind's dancing with the crow (wind)

And you were supposed to be here
Standing on the meeting of streets
Next to the newsstand
Surrounded by the humps of drifts

At least once, only once
Shall you come and be on time
I'm growing roots down here
I'm growing roots again
Half a girl, half a maple