Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wariatka Tańczy , by - Maryla Rodowicz. Song from the album Buty 2 1/2, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2011
Record label: Universal Music Polska
Song language: Polish
Wariatka Tańczy(original) |
| Ale szum, ale tlum |
| Czarna noc, bialy rum |
| Zlote stosy pomaranczy |
| Dudni dom dana da |
| Jak zabawa to zabawa |
| I wariatka dzisiaj tanczy |
| Kto tu wlazl, ten tu pan |
| Jeszcze lyk jeszcze dzban |
| I dzieciaków nikt nie nianczy |
| Kazdy ma na cos chec |
| Bo zabawa jest na piec |
| I wariatka jeszcze tanczy |
| Szalona wiruje chusta |
| Szalone wiruja usta |
| Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech |
| Nie patrzy do lustra |
| Czerwona na niej sukienka |
| Czerwona w sercu udreka |
| Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech |
| Przed losem nie kleka |
| Wódka juz jezy wlos |
| Ej do bab, ej do kos |
| Ktos powiedzial, ze wystarczy |
| Jeden juz nie chce zyc |
| Na ostatek prosi pic |
| A wariatka jeszcze tanczy |
| Taka to by na stos |
| Na co jej durny los |
| Dajcie chlopcy ten kaganczyk |
| Warkocz jej plonie juz |
| Dookola zloty kurz |
| A wariatka jeszcze tanczy |
| Szalona wiruje chusta |
| Szalone wiruja usta |
| Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech |
| Nie patrzy do lustra |
| Czerwona na niej sukienka |
| Czerwona w sercu udreka |
| Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech |
| Przed losem nie kleka |
| (translation) |
| But the buzz, but the crowd |
| Black night, white rum |
| Golden heaps of oranges |
| The house is rumbling |
| How fun is fun |
| And the madwoman is dancing today |
| Who's gotten in here, this gentleman here |
| Still a sip of a pitcher |
| And no one is nursing the kids |
| Everyone has something to want |
| Because fun is on the stove |
| And the madwoman is still dancing |
| The crazy scarf is spinning |
| Crazy swirling lips |
| Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh |
| He is not looking in the mirror |
| Red dress on it |
| Red at the heart of the torment |
| Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh |
| He does not kneel to fate |
| The vodka has already eaten my hair |
| Hey to the women, hey to the scythe |
| Someone said it was enough |
| One does not want to live anymore |
| Finally, he asks for a drink |
| And the madwoman is still dancing |
| This is what it would be on the pile |
| What her stupid fate for |
| Give the boys that muzzle |
| Her braid is already burning |
| Gold dust around |
| And the madwoman is still dancing |
| The crazy scarf is spinning |
| Crazy swirling lips |
| Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh |
| He is not looking in the mirror |
| Red dress on it |
| Red at the heart of the torment |
| Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh |
| He does not kneel to fate |