Текст и перевод песни Krystyna Janda - Na Zakręcie

Na Zakręcie

Dobrze sie pan czuje?
To swietnie,
Wlasnie widze - jasny wzrok, rowny krok
Jak w marszu.
A ja jestem, prosze pana, na zakrecie.
Moje prawo to jest panskie lewo.
Pan widzi: krzeslo, lawke, stol,
A ja - rozdarte drzewo.
Bo ja jestem, prosze pana, na zakrecie.
Ode mnie widac niebo przekrzywione.
Pan dzieli kazda zime, kazdy swit na pol.
Pan kocha swoja zone.
Pora wracac, bo papieros zgasnie.
Niedlugo, prosze pana, bedzie rano.
Zona czeka, pewnie wcale dzis nie zasnie.
A robotnicy wstana.
A ja jestem, prosze pana, na zakrecie.
Migaja swiatla rozmaitych mozliwosci.
Pan mowi: basta, pauza, pat.
I pan mi nie zazdrosci.
Lepiej chodzmy, bo papieros zgasnie.
Niedlugo, pan to czuje, bedzie rano.
Ona czeka, wcale dzis nie zasnie.
A robotnicy wstana.
A ja jestem, prosze pana, na zakrecie.
Choc gdybym chciala - bym sie urzadzila.
Juz widze: pieska, bieska, stol.
Wystarczy, zebym byla mila.
Pan byl takze, prosze pana, na zakrecie.
Dzis pan dostrzega, prosze pana, te realia.
I pan haruje, prosze pana, jak ten wol.
A moje zycie sie kolebie niczym balia.
Pora wracac, juz spiewaja zieby.
Niedlugo, prosze pana, bedzie rano.
Isc do domu, przetrzec oczy, umyc zeby.
Nim robotnicy wstana.

At the Curve

Do you feel okay?
That's great,
I saw it right away - bright eyes, steady gait
Like on parade.
And I, my dear sir, am at a crossroads.
My right is your left.
You see: a chair, a bench, a table,
But I see - a broken tree.
Because I, my dear sir, am at a crossroads.
From where I am, the heavens look askew.
You divide each winter, every dawn in half.
You love your wife.
Time to go back, your cigarette is about to die.
Soon, my dear sir, it will be morning.
Your wife is waiting, she probably hasn't slept a wink tonight.
And the workers will be getting up.
And I, my dear sir, am at a crossroads.
The lights of different possibilities flash by.
You say: enough, pause, checkmate.
You don't envy me.
We better go, your cigarette is about to die.
Soon, you can feel it too, it will be morning.
She is waiting, she hasn't slept a wink tonight.
And the workers will be getting up.
And I, my dear sir, am at a crossroads.
If I wanted to, I could settle down.
I can see it: a dog, a demon, a table.
As long as I am nice.
You were at a crossroads too, my dear sir.
Today, my dear sir, you notice this reality.
And so you toil, my dear sir, like an ox.
And my life swings like a bucket.
Time to go back, the birds are already singing.
Soon, my dear sir, it will be morning.
Go home, rub your eyes, brush your teeth.
Before the workers get up.