Chanson triste [English translation]

In front of his empty page a musician begins

A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, the artists

He sings for himself the notes which come to him

Like an autumn wind, it' s not always cheerful, Poland

His song, his sadness stole it from the piano

And it's spinning on your stereo

The night when your heart's heavy

His song is the farewell he couldn't say to her.

A music to remember, to remember...

The sun lights up again, he's worn out his quill

On his sad waltz, they' re not often sleeping, the artists

No matter who you love, farewells are all the same

And the autumn wind goes much further than Poland

His song, he made it without knowing how

Maybe it's his very heart we're hearing

When someone else sings it while passing

His song is the farewell he couldn't tell her

A music to remember, to remember...

In front of his empty page a musician begins

A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, the artists

He sings for himself the notes which come to him

Like an autumn wind, it' s not always cheerful, Poland