Wspominam Białe Święta [English translation]

A familiar voice

The sound of carols

Warm bread on the table

I look back

Far away

And yet - feels like yesterday

The house smells

Wood is cracking

I'm sculpting faces in my head

In the semidarkness of the candles

I like to believe

They're right next to me

I often reminisce about a white christmas

The ones i knew from years ago

Years after years pass, and yet i remember

My small childish world

Papers with dates

Time knocked them down

Snow covered up tracks

The wafer, it

Tastes like melancholy

And the place - empty for a long time

The laugh didn't quiet down

Ripped in half

And the family photo

It will call

December days

Which rime frost covered

I often reminisce about a white christmas

The ones i knew from years ago

Years after years pass, and yet i remember

My small childish world...

My small childish world

My small childish world

• Artist:Czerwone Gitary