sacsahuaman
03.02.07, 19:41
Sweet Rose my winter flower being so delicate
benign fraction under your feet
has dared bowing towards you brightnesses polite offer you something,
don't be cruel or ill-treating me,please
Only try to listen, and don't cry.
hmm...
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you"
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot
Is predictable, not new
But you're still stunned at the things you will do
No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue (tego nie bierz do siebie)
CHORUS:
So when do I get to sing "My Way"
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing "My Way"
In heaven or hell (wypije dzis Twoje zdrowie dobrym bronkiem)
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt (prochow nie bede bral)
When do I get to sing "My Way"
In heaven or hell
Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see (widzialem w busie w
poniedzialek jak jechalem do biblioteki,lalala)
Is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn (lepiej nie strzyz bo skrzywdzisz)
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Women seduce me and champagne flows (nie 'women' tylko Paczuszek)
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
CHORUS
There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
And to flying plates and shoes (moi wspolmieszkancy sa bardzo
przewidywalni:-) zwlaszcza po 2 piwach)
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years
Not a moment I could choose (no nie moge, no)
And not one offer that I could refuse
