A Sad Tale Is One That Has An End (smutek Spe³nionej Baœni)
As we walked up the mountain
The slope was snowy-white
And you were plaiting my life
With silent blades of grass
Hands just like frightened birds
And whisperes burning face
As we were coming closer
To our longed for aim
A fire burns at the peak,
That's it...
Though going down was sad
The rain made up for tears
Do you feel the same as i?
Tell me you see that as well
Our tale had an end
Our fire - out it went
Here, the river ceases its flow
Our tale had an end
Now our blood is running cold
Here, the river ceases its flow
Our tale had an end
Now no hope needs to grow
