Текст и перевод песни Maryla Rodowicz - Katarynka

Katarynka

Krêæ siê, krêæ siê katarynko,
Ludzkie prawa znasz.
Ju¿ papagaj kiwa szyjk¹,
¿E do taktu grasz.
Po ptaszêtach pozostan¹
œlady dawnych gniazd.
No a po nas, no a po nas,
Najczarniejsza z gwiazd.
Krêæ siê, krêæ siê katarynko,
O zap³atê proœ.
Choæ przejdziemy siê po rynku,
Jutro powiesz doϾ.
Po kolejach pozostan¹
Z³e rozk³ady jazd.
No a po nas, no a po nas,
Najczarniejsza z gwiazd.
Krêæ siê, krêæ siê czarna skrzynko,
Przepowiadaj los.
Potoczymy siê do szynku,
Zaœpiewamy w g³os.
Po poganach pozostan¹
Gruzy dawnych miast.
No a po nas, no a po nas,
Najczarniejsza z gwiazd.
Dalej, póki starcza si³y
I nie boli dŸwiêk.
Ju¿ tam w lesie s³ychaæ pi³y,
Czy to œpiew, czy jêk?
Anielice z anio³ami,
W czarnym œniegu œpi¹.
Pi³y wódkê z malinami,
W karczmie, tam za wsi¹.
Mruga diabe³, znad szampana,
Znudzi³ mu siê œwiat.
A siekiery ju¿ od rana
R¹bi¹ bia³y sad.
IdŸ Jankielu do komory
I pos³anie moœæ.
Ty zmêczony, pewnie chory,
Jutro powiesz, doϾ.
Krêæ siê, krêæ siê katarynko,
Prawa ¿ycia znasz.
Nie, nie jesteœ zwyk³¹ skrzynk¹,
Z³ote serce masz.
Po twych œpiewkach pozostanie,
Raz, dwa, raz, po raz.
No a po nas, no a po nas,
Najczarniejsza z gwiazd.

Hurdy-Gurdy

Turn, turn, hurdy-gurdy,
You know about human rights.
Your parrot nods its head,
And plays along with you.
Only the traces of old nests
Will remain after the birds.
And after us, after us,
The blackest of stars.
Turn, turn, hurdy-gurdy,
Ask for payment.
Even though we'll walk through the market,
Tomorrow you'll say enough.
Only the bad timetables
Will remain after the trains.
And after us, after us,
The blackest of stars.
Turn, turn, black box,
Tell us our fate.
We'll roll into the tavern,
And sing out loud.
Only the ruins of old cities
Will remain after the pagans.
And after us, after us,
The blackest of stars.
Keep going, while you still have strength
And the sound doesn't hurt.
You can already hear the saws in the forest,
Is it singing or moaning?
Angels and archangels,
Are sleeping in the black snow.
They drank vodka with raspberries,
In the tavern, behind the village.
The devil winks from above the champagne,
He is bored with the world.
And the axes, already from morning
Are making a white orchard.
Jankiel, go to the back room
And make the bed.
You're tired, surely sick,
Tomorrow you'll say, enough.
Turn, turn, hurdy-gurdy,
You know the laws of life.
No, you're not an ordinary box,
You have a heart of gold.
Your songs will remain,
One, two, one, more than once.
And after us, after us,
The blackest of stars.