Papa Dance - Panorama Tatr

The ceiling is full of clouds
Dust lies on the pillow
What are we doing in the middle of the day
In this room, you and I?

From my words, I’m shaping a home
The door is already ready – just walk in
You tell me, looking away
It’s too late and that you have to leave – it happened
I feel like I’m falling apart into pieces
Though just a moment ago, I was – now I’m not!

The word “end,” and the film fades
For small happiness – seems there’s no chance left?
I don’t know why you’re leaving me
Our photo – with the Tatra Mountains panorama?

In a sea of holes, life will go on
Lulling memory to sleep every night
The radio plays the anthem again
And the old year with a new date
I can crack my fingers to the bone
Asking a hundred times: “Whose fault was it?”

The word “end,” and the film fades
For small happiness – seems there’s no chance left?
I don’t know why you’re leaving me
Our photo – with the Tatra Mountains panorama?

All over Europe, there’s snow
The game’s been cancelled again
What are we doing in the middle of the day
In this photo, you and I?
I can crack my fingers to the bone
Asking a hundred times: “Whose fault was it?”

The word “end,” and the film fades
For small happiness – seems there’s no chance left?
I don’t know why you’re leaving me
Our photo – with the Tatra Mountains panorama?

The word “end,” and the film fades
For small happiness – seems there’s no chance left?
I don’t know why you’re leaving me
Our photo – with the Tatra Mountains panorama?