Nikt tak pieknie nie mowil, że sie boi milosci [English translation]

So often your eyes, instead of blooming green

They go so cold and strange.

In sick conversations your eyes look away

Seeking a safe place to hide

Your arms - like a tough cake -

They don't smell with mint oinment

Me in your arms - an insignificant dissonance

Rain of glee, a gunshot at foot of a chasm

I'll whisper into your ear that

That I, I renounce these...

These feverish mornings

- at your windows, like a beggar -

I would sit behind a tree quite often

And those falling stars

- drunken stars falling into a pyre -

At the night of my demise

I'll whisper into your ear that

That I, I renounce these...

I renounce this, because...

Nobody has ever put it more beautifully, that they're afraid of love

Than you.

Before the lightning and the rainbow pass the bridge of sorrow

Before the day flies away on a cloud

Before the peas and roses rejoin in their kiss

Before the dust sweeps the courtyard

I'll whisper into your ear that

That I, I renounce these...

I renounce this, because...

Nobody has ever put it more beautifully that they're afraid of love

Than you.