Stare Dobre Małżeństwo - Czarny blues o czwartej nad ranem

Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me

Why aren't you at arm's reach?
Why do we speak to each other with letters?
When I sing this to you, it's the height of summer
When you'll hear it, it'll be the middle of winter

Why do I wake up at four in the morning
And try to caress your hair?
But your hair is nowhere here
There's only the pale night lamp
A bald soprano

We're singing blues, since it's four in the morning
Quietly, so we don't wake up the neighbours
The kettle with a whistle is going crazy on the stove
You'd think it's straight from Manhattan

Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me

Black tea clears up thoughts
And your letter reads itself
So it can be sung
Outside the window, the poplars from Krupnicza
Are murmuring blues

And the fireman started his solo
The one on St. Mary's Tower
His trumpet like the moon
Runs above the poplars
It's in no hurry

It's five already
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
It's five already
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me