Текст и перевод песни Maryla Rodowicz - Zdzich

Zdzich

Czy pan wie, gdzie jest Zdzich,
Nasze hobby z nowych Tych.
Kocha³ nas, a¿ tu raz,
Niby ogar poszed³ w las.
Panu dobrze, pan ma psa,
Pan ma kota, no a ja...
Czy ktoœ wie, gdzie jest Zdzich,
Narzeczony z nowych Tych.
Znaków szczególnych brak,
Raczej rzadko nosi³ frak.
£apa³ ryby tylko w deszcz,
W miejscu pracy bywa³ te¿,
A gdy patrzy³ w nasze oczy
Chwyta³ dreszcz.
Jutro mia³ nam kupiæ coœ,
A¿ tu nagle, jak na z³oœæ...
To ci szelma, ach dok¹d on
Zmierza, jaki cel ma.
Mia³ przy sobie 100 z³,
Brzydkie s³owa w ustach me³³,
Zatrzymajcie go w urzêdzie ce³.
Trzeba znaleŸæ sposób nañ,
Tak siê nie zostawia pañ.
Czy pan wie, gdzie jest Zdzich,
Nasze hobby z nowych Tych.
Ta ma wdziêk, ta ma szyk,
Czemu wiêc nam z oczu znik³.
Razem mamy dziewiêæ klas,
Czy to ma³o, czy w sam raz.
Czy ktoœ wie, gdzie jest Zdzich,
Nasze cacko z nowych Tych.
Kochaæ nas, czy to grzech,
Czy to grzech, czy mo¿e pech,
Czy z³a passa, czy z³y los,
Za co spotka³ nas ten cios.
Czy wystarczy umieæ zliczyæ
A¿ do trzech.
Jutro mia³ byæ five o′clock,
A¿ tu nagle taki krok.
To ci szelma, ach dok¹d on
Zmierza, jaki cel ma.
Prawdê mówi¹c, by³ w desu,
Zerwa³ siê w po³owie snu,
Tego ju¿ nie wybaczymy mu.
Przy nas mia³by chleb i miód,
Byle kocha³ nas ciut, ciut.

Dearest

Do you know where my dearest is,
Our hobby from New Tychy.
He loved us, then one day,
Like a bloodhound, he fled into the woods.
You are lucky, you have a dog,
You have a cat, but what about me...
Does anyone know where my dearest is,
My fiancé from New Tychy.
He has no distinguishing features,
He rarely wore a tuxedo.
He only fished in the rain,
He also frequented his workplace,
And when he looked into our eyes,
I got the chills.
He was supposed to buy us something tomorrow,
But then suddenly, to spite us...
That knave, where is he headed,
What is his goal.
He had 100 złoty on him,
He uttered foul words,
Stop him at customs.
We need to find a way to catch him,
You can't just abandon ladies like that.
Do you know where my dearest is,
Our hobby from New Tychy.
This one has charm, that one has style,
Why then did he disappear from our sight.
Together we have nine classes,
Is that too little or just right.
Does anyone know where my dearest is,
Our sweetheart from New Tychy.
Is it a sin to love us,
Is it a sin or perhaps bad luck,
A bad streak or an evil fate,
Why has this blow befallen us.
Is it enough to be able to count
To three.
Tomorrow was supposed to be a five o'clock,
Then suddenly, such a move.
That knave, where is he headed,
What is his goal.
To tell you the truth, he was in his sleep,
He woke up halfway through his dream,
We will never forgive him for that.
With us, he would have had bread and honey,
If only he loved us a tiny bit.