Wojciech Młynarski - Jesteśmy Na Wczasach

Outside the windows, night, in the mountains of snow, power covers everything
the devil is the only one who knows what threw me into this spa.
There is noise on the dance floor, holidaymakers are crowded densely,
I'm sitting here alone with a men's orchestra in front of me.
The type that jerks the bass knows it's time to bubble in someone
a felt string will twitch and highlander dances will begin.
There is a highlander worth dancing when you are lucky, when a girl squeals.
With bass, the type knows it, so he smiles and after a while:

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
from the nice Mr. Waldek: "pucio-pucio"!

We are on holiday in these highlander forests,
we sunbathe in the solar "propositions".
The orchestra "trumpets" the "hissing" Béguine,
it's not your "fin," "she" "I'm drifting you" ...

This Miss Krysia, Miss Krysia
she has reigned at stays not from today
and at this time of the year
she used to come here, to the boarding house "Orzeł".
Patients' eyesight
he was still following her every gesture and step.

Outside the windows, the night, in the mountains of snow, power hangs in the trees,
Czort is the only one who knows that the bassist also loves Krysia ...
He knows the only devil, what it costs to keep over and over again
to take a double bass and to stifle a blood fire announce:

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
from the undoubtedly nice Mr. Mietek: pucio-pucio!

We are on holiday in these highlander forests,
we sunbathe in the solar "propositions".

And Miss Krysia, Miss Krysia
with Mr. Mietek, who has just sat down
traversed the length and breadth of the dance floor,
but she never looked at the orchestra,
where the bassist's dreamy eyesight comes from
he was still following her every gesture and step.

Outside the windows, the night, in the mountains of snow, power covers everything,
the whole stay is asleep, and our bassist is dreaming among others,
that there is noise around, a crowd on the dance floor, at the foreheads,
and he throws the bass and his eyes glow and he calls out loud:

"PEACE OF THE ORCHESTRA !!!
Now ... for the nice Miss Krysia ...
from the third camp ... from me ...
Miss Krysia ... I love you! ... Everything ... "

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!! What was happening, what was happening!
Health resorts twisted half of laughter
and it would turn poor people to the end,
if the bass player hadn't finally woken up ...
Cause we often have silly dreams
but then we wake up and:

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
from the nice, undoubtedly, Mr. Waldek:
"Pucio-Pucio"!