Zbigniew Wodecki - Basia (Jesteś tak czuła, jak nikt)

Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Sia...
Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Siaba, Sia...
Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you

No sweet pineapples, nor the mist from the thinnest fabrics, a fan of ostrich feathers,
not a lotus flower, the big coconut rain, a bag of golden apples,
Paris nor the Golden Prague, no world treasures or of the universe I dream about at night
Who's captivated me - do you know

Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you
Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you

The warm wind and fields of flowers, a gossamer thread, a grand choir of crickets,
the dew may do, dusk and the first breaks of dawn, a kaleidoscope of clouds,
I'll give you orchards full of cherries, all of my thoughts, the sun, the snow and the rain
There will always be plenty for us, and the son, my love, too

Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you
Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you

Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Basia, Baś...
Basia, Basia, Basia, look what I've got for you