Do Ciebie Mamo [List do Matki] [English translation]

Mommy... Mommy...

Mommy, it’s very sad and strange,

odd trees grow here

and no one knows silence.

Mommy, don't think I’m complaining,

I only feel sorry for the lost dreams,

for the childhood days, my days...

I see our house again

and you, Mommy, inside.

I recall an old maple tree,

dark and high like growing smoke...

Oh, Mommy, I call your name,

you’re with me again,

like in the good old days...

I see our house again

and you, Mommy, inside.

I recall an old maple tree,

dark and high like growing smoke...

Oh, Mommy, I rock you in my heart,

I write a letter to you,

as dark as this night...

That's not true, Mommy,

I will send you another letter tomorrow…

Everything’s fine, oh, Mommy,

just as it should’ve been.

And you, Mommy, put your head down,

it’s still dark, sleep well.

Oh, Mommy...

I see our house again

and you, Mommy, inside.

I recall an old maple tree,

dark and high like growing smoke...

Oh, Mommy, I rock you in my heart,

I write a letter to you,

as dark as this night...

That's not true, Mommy,

I will send you another letter tomorrow…

Everything’s fine, oh, Mommy,

just as it should’ve been.

And you, Mommy, put your head down,

it’s still dark, sleep well.

Oh, Mommy... Mommy...

• Artist:Violetta Villas