Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bracka, artist - Grzegorz Turnau.
Date of issue: 25.10.2010
Song language: Polish
Bracka(original) |
Na pnocy ci mrz, z nieba spad wielki wz |
Przykry drogi, pola i lasy |
Myli zmarzy na ld, dobre sny zmorzy gd |
Lecz przynajmniej si mona przestraszy |
Na poudniu ju skwar, mikki puch z nieba zdar |
Kruchy pejza na piasek przepali |
Jak upalnie mj Boe, lecz przynajmniej by moe |
Wreszcie bymy si tam zakochali |
Ref: A w Krakowie, na Brackiej pada deszcz |
Gdy konieczno istnienia trudna jest do zniesienia |
W korytarzu i w kuchni pada te |
Przyklejony do ciany zwijam mokre dywany |
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od ez |
Na zachodzie ju noc, wcigam gow pod koc |
Raz zasypiasz i sprawa jest czysta |
Donie zaple i z, nie obudzi si ju |
Lecz przynajmniej raz moesz si wyspa |
Jeli wrae ci gd zagna kiedy na wschd |
Nie za dugo tam chyba wytrzymasz |
Lecz na wschodzie przynajmniej ycie pynie zwyczajniej |
Soce wschodzi i dzie si zaczyna |
Ref: A w Krakowie na Brackiej pada deszcz |
Przemczony i senny zlew przecieka kuchenny |
Kaloryfer jak mysz si poci te |
Z gry na d kaue przepywaj po sznurze |
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od ez |
Bo w Krakowie, na Brackiej pada deszcz |
Gdy zagadka istnienia zmusza mnie do mylenia |
W korytarzu i w kuchni pada te |
Przyklejony do ciany zwijam morke dywany |
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od ez |
(translation) |
In the north you are cloudy, from the sky a great wz |
Unpleasant roads, fields and forests |
Thoughts will dream on the land, good dreams will nightfall |
But at least you can get scared |
In the south it was already scorching, soft fluff from the sky |
The fragile landscape will burn to the sand |
How hot, my God, but at least maybe |
We would finally fall in love there |
Ref: And in Krakow, on Bracka Street, it's raining |
When the necessity of existence is hard to bear |
It's raining in the hallway and in the kitchen |
I roll up wet rugs stuck to the wall |
Not wet from rain, but from ez |
It's night in the west, and I stuck my head under the blanket |
You fall asleep once and the matter is clean |
He won't say and talk, won't wake up anymore |
But you can island at least once |
If you feel it, he will go east |
I don't think you can last long there |
But in the East, at least, life flows more ordinary |
The sun rises and the day begins |
Ref: And it's raining in Krakow on Bracka Street |
A tired and sleepy sink leaks in the kitchen |
The radiator is sweating like a mouse |
Swim on the line from the game to the d kaue |
Not wet from rain, but from ez |
Because it's raining in Krakow, on Bracka Street |
When the mystery of existence makes me confuse |
It's raining in the hallway and in the kitchen |
Glued to the wall I roll up wet carpets |
Not wet from rain, but from ez |