kiedy przyjdziesz do mnie biała, z ostrzem srebrnym w dłoni,
kiedy czarną peleryną oczy mi zasłonisz,
nie będę się bała, nie będę się bała,
nie poproszę jednym słowem abyś darowała.

może tylko żal mi będzie tego miasta w deszczu,
samochodów znikających w fioletowym zmierzchu,
małych sklepów z cukierkami, w których pachnie miętą,
i gitary, w której pudło muzykę zamknięto.

może będzie mi brakować najtańszego wina,
i chodzenia na spoczynek gdy się dzień zaczyna,
i szukania odpowiedzi na tysiące pytań,
i tych wierszy i tych książek, których nie przeczytam.

kiedy przyjdziesz do mnie biała, w usta pocałujesz,
srebrny obol w rękę wetkniesz, serce lodem skujesz,
nie będę się bała, nie będę się bała,
nie poproszę jednym słowem abyś zaczekała.

może żal mi tylko będzie wszystkich barw zieleni,
blasku słońca, śpiewu ptaków i zapachu ziemi,
zbraknie gazet co przynoszą nie najlepsze wieści,
ludzi, których kiedyś znałam i dni co uciekły.

muzyka: Zbigniew Hołdys
słowa: Bogdan Olewicz

do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls
do you remember that cherry blossom in the market square
do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
by the way did I break your heart?
please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
so sorry, I never meant to break your heart
but you broke mine

kayleigh is it too late to say I’m sorry? and Kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can’t go on pretending that it came to a natural end

kayleigh, oh I never thought I’d miss you
and Kayleigh I thought that we’d always be friends
we said our love would last forever
so how did it come to this bitter end?

do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
do you remember loving on the floor in Belsize Park
do you remember dancing in stiletoes in the snow
do you remember you never understood I had to go
by the way, did I break your heart?
please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
so sorry, I never meant to break your heart
but you broke mine

kayleigh I just wanna say I’m sorry
but kayleigh I’m too scared to pick up the phone
to hear you’ve found another lover
to patch up our broken home

kayleigh I’m still trying to write that love song
kayleigh it’s more important to me now you’re gone
maybe it will prove that you were right
and also prove that I was wrong

kolejna przepiękna pieśń Yasmeen z płyty Oceans rising.

when you go they’ll wrap me in linen
kiss my lips once before they turn pale
on this morn you ride to the haunted mountain
and no one will hear of this tale
I have carried a blade from a young age
and I value the skills I have kept
I have but one fear to end in a cage
so I go with a mind full of death

and oh I would have followed you down to the end my captain my king
oh I would have followed you down to the paths of the dead
but I ride to find my own meaning

when you go i’ll shed these maidens clothes
and my lips move with prayer on my breath
as a boy or a man I can face the blackness
for we meet with the armies of death

and fire consumes the heart that teaches
the captain of evil to fall
desire as pure as the man that reaches
the humble hero in us all

oh I would have followed you down to the end my king
oh I would have followed you down to the paths of the dead
but I ride to find my own meaning

I am a true Irishman but there I was not born.

I’m living here in places far across the native foam.

I’d like to sit and have a drink and tell you of my day.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.

I went to see me girlfriend, good morning to her says I.
Ah, go away, ye traitor, for you’ll tell to me no lies.

You scorn my name with nothing but shame with your bed on your back
,
Get on your bike and hit the road. I won’t be taking you back.

I went inside a session from night to early morn.

The music got inside my heart. My soul it had to play,

In between the fiddle and flute with a smile upon me face,

But the emptiness inside me heart the music did replace.

Well, I may travel far and wide and wander off
astray,
But an Irishman, it’s in his heart and there will always stay.

I’ll bring the spirit with me and wander far away

And I’ll bring it back again and then I might just stay.

I am a true Irishman but there I was not born.

I’m living here in places far across the native foam.

I’d like to sit and have a drink and tell you of my day.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.

zgaś moje oczy, ja cię widzieć mogę
uszy zatrzaśnij, ja ciebie usłyszę
i ja do ciebie bez nóg znajdę drogę
i bez ust krzyk mój cisnę w twoja ciszę
ręce mi odrąb, a ja cię pochwycę
ja cię pochwycę sercem jak ramieniem
zawrzyj mi serce, mózgiem cię zdobedę
a skoro mózg mi wypalisz płomieniem
ja na krwi mojej ciebie nosić będę

Away and away to the west I am flying
Wings on my heart urge me on o’er the sky
To the arms of the one whose reckless affection
Has wrought such a distance between you and I

Ah, but here is a truth that can never be spoken
And here is a love that must die on the vine
To follow this heart means that others would be broken
Still, thoughts of this new love run mad in my mind

As the eye can play tricks and see danger in shadows
The heart makes us blind to see danger at all
Unlooked for, unasked for, this love for a stranger
Tears away at the pillars that the temple might fall

Ah, but here is no new tale nor wild revelation
Just a fire through the heart known to many more than I
Who have found themselves swept to a reckless affection
By a smile or the glance of a dark roving eye

Ah, but here is a truth that can never be spoken
And here is a love that must die on the vine
To follow this heart means that others would be broken
Still, thoughts of this new love run mad in my mind

Away and away to the west I was flying

artykuł i rysunki
Medieval Children’s Art
kora brzozowa, czyli „blok rysunkowy”
gramoty, czyli więcej informacji po rosyjsku