Sylwia Kurasiewicz - W szkole tańca

In the dance school in front of the theater, my beloved
you won't rest, you won't sit for a while.
The clock beats. Already the professor is tapping a cane.
Come necessary to find happiness here.
Leave the sorrows, bad memories somewhere behind the door.
And preferably behind the mountains, behind the forests.
There are windows and mirrors in the beautiful hall.
The crannies, the wardrobe and the curtains.

Chorus:
And in the dressing room there's a hanging black cape,
under which a Grand Wizard once disappeared.
And even if a new show begins soon
Nobody remembers about the cape

In the dance school in front of the theater, my dears,
No one is surprised that the master is walking on his toes
with dry bouquets in a buttonhole.
Master begins the lesson with a nod
Old chests, old wardrobes, candles everywhere.
White stairs. The corridors. The secrets.
Beautiful ladies in beautiful dresses on the portraits.
And the dance. Dancing everywhere. Dancing everywhere.

Chorus:
It's already night. The lights have faded in the hall
Someone in the hallways have closed all the doors.
The black cape fell on the old armchair.
A black cat is sleeping and the black cape is asleep