Seweryn Krajewski - Ach skąd

Good morning, my love, on the meadow,
good morning, my love, in the field.
The yellow up above is the sun,
tell me, do your eyes hurt?
Oh, not at all, not at all...

Good morning, my love, in the room,
good morning, my love, with coffee.
Look, people aren't afraid at all,
tell me, is it beautiful in Warsaw?
Oh, not at all, not at all, not at all...

Good morning, my love, in loving,
good morning, my love, in falling asleep.
The white in the sky is an angel,
so sleep before you count to five.

Good morning, my love, in separation,
good morning, my love, in parting.
Sometimes the beginning is the end,
wise gypsies don't lie.
Oh, not at all, not at all, not at all...