Paroles et traduction Maryla Rodowicz - Gdyby Zenek

Gdyby Zenek

Woah!
Gdyby Zenek miał pieniądze
To by kupił los
Zaspokoiłby swe żądze
Skończyłby się post
Już nie wróciłby pod tamten stary most
We łbie papier, w łapie dolar
I rezedy pęk
Aż by nagle go zawołał
Jakiś nowy dźwięk
A to byłby, byłby gitarowy jęk
Gdyby Zenek miał gitarę
To by rzucił kąty stare
I z nami by wyruszył w świat
By załapał parę marek
Ojcu kupiłby zegarek
Woah, woah, woah
Gdyby Zenek miał okazję
To by ruszył w kurs
Sam by zwiedził całą Azję
Poczułby ten blues
Ostatecznie miałby zawsze u mnie plus
Nowych lądów, nowych kobiet
By poznawał wdzięk
Aż by nagle go zawołał
Jakiś nowy dźwięk
A to byłby, byłby kontrabasu jęk
Gdyby Zenek miał kontrabas
To by z nami ruszył zaraz
Paluchami by wyśpiewał świat
Trochę dla mnie, trochę dla was
Choćby nie grał nigdy w szabas
Woah, woah, woah
Gdyby miał ściorany bęben
To by siadł pod starym dębem
I zaraz by mu zaczął grać
Tym by zdziwił każdą ziębę
Chmury by stanęły rzędem
Woah, woah, woah
Gdyby Zenek miał pieniądze
To by kupił los
Zaspokoiłby swe żądze
Skończyłby się post
Już nie wróciłby pod tamten stary most
Pod tamten stary most

If Zenek

Woah!
If Zenek had money
He would have bought a lottery ticket
He would have satisfied his desires
The fast would have ended
He would not have returned to that old bridge
Paper in his head, a dollar in his hand
And a bunch of mignonettes
Until suddenly he was called by
Some new sound
And it was, it was the sound of a guitar
If Zenek had a guitar
He would have abandoned his old haunts
And would have set off with us into the world
To earn a few marks
He would have bought his father a watch
Woah, woah, woah
If Zenek had the opportunity
He would have taken a course
He would have visited all of Asia by himself
He would have felt that blues
Ultimately, he would have always been in my good books
New lands, new women
He would have learned to appreciate beauty
Until suddenly he was called by
Some new sound
And it was, it was the sound of a double bass
If Zenek had a double bass
He would have set off with us at once
He would have sung the world with his fingers
A little for me, a little for you
Even though he would never play on the Sabbath
Woah, woah, woah
If he had a worn-out drum
He would have sat down under an old oak tree
And he would have started to play it right away
With that he would have surprised every passerby
The clouds would have stood in a row
Woah, woah, woah
If Zenek had money
He would have bought a lottery ticket
He would have satisfied his desires
The fast would have ended
He would not have returned to that old bridge
That old bridge