Memu miastu na do widzenia [English translation]

Let the damaged vinyl play again

This good old blues

The house is deserted, endlessly empty

In the empty rooms I chase away my past

The senseless night ends outside the window

It was as long as a funeral and sad just like blues

The doors are creaking as coffin covers

I have to close a part of my life by them

I just have to take a walk

Through the green park alley

The wind is whispering through the trees, just woken

It's just like yesterday, and in the past

It's such a strange moment

I don't know what to say

It's such a strange moment

I don's know what to say

A melody creeped into my soul

Voices of childhood and that blues

But I have to go, curtain descends

Show has ended, we have to go

• Artist:Budka Suflera
• Album:Za ostatni grosz