There was once a great stir in a city
an incredibly beautiful play was being staged
everyone had a good time, although there was an exception.
A young lady in the first row didn`t care for anything
not even for a singer who sang only for this lady
and when he was loosing his reason for her, she laughed, she clapped
In the second act the singer sang much more cautiously
the young lady however still was not serious
untill the moment, when suddenly, suddenly in the middle of the play
the words were spoken:
Don`t romp, my dear don`t romp
after all you are not so wonderful
Not at once, my dear, not at once
not at once you will melt the ice of my heart
Another time i was invited to the opening of the exhibition
for expositions late in the night in the deep cellars
Where there canvas of master Jan or Kanty*
I can`t remember.
There were big paintings, colourful canvas
moody sketches of immodest women
fortunately they were the still life
Don`t romp, my dear don`t romp ...
There was also another moment, that I won`t forget
there was dreamy evening and vain hopes
because of the girl at the back of the hall similar to a rose
whose dance shattered the sacred peace of my heart
Then unusual, amazing incident occurred
I don`t know myself how it was
it`s difficult to recount
all I remember today is
how I sang to her:
"Lips are silent, the soul sings
lips are silent, the world sounds"
but the girl didn`t hear
busy with her dance already
while dancing she sang to someone what I remember so well
Don`t romp, my dear don`t romp
after all you are not so wonderful
Not at once, my dear, not at once
not at once you will melt the ice of my heart
Don`t romp, my dear don`t romp
after all you are not so wonderful
Not at once, my dear, not at once
not at once you will melt the ice of my heart