More songs by Stanisław Soyka
Description
The wind here is gray-haired, but stubbornly young - sometimes gently caressing the fields, sometimes cutting through the forests with a sharp blade. Each breath is a reminder that time puts everything in its place: it entangles roads, confuses truths, but ultimately teaches patience and clarity. Storms become quieter, wounds heal, and even the most stubborn “I'm still so young” turns into calm acceptance. Music is like the breath of time - strict but wise.
Lyrics: J. Saigan
Composer: K. Debski
Lyrics and translation
Original
Widziałem wiatr chrzciwych włosem. To znosił spokój wśród pól.
Miękkie babie lato kości grzał.
A innym razem lasy kosił, spadał ostrzem z gór.
Młody był. Bogiem był i gnał.
Wolny.
Wiele dni, wiele lat. Czas nas uczy pogody.
Zaplącze drogi, pomyli prawdy, nim zboże oddzieli od trawy.
Bronisz się, siejesz wiatr.
Myślisz jestem tak młody.
Czas nas uczy pogody od lat.
Tak od lat.
Iluż ludzi czas wyleczył z ran?
Zamienił w spokój burzę krwi.
Może kiedyś tam i nam pod jesień tak znów czoła wypogodzi i wygładzi brwi.
Widziałem dni w muzeach senny rok, wnętrzach zimnych jak mrok.
Starsi ludzie w rogach wielkich sal.
Księgi pięknych myśli, pełne pokój, gorycz, kurz.
Herbaty smak, kapci miękkich szum i spokój.
Wiele dni, wiele lat.
Czas nas uczy pogody.
Zaplącze drogi, pomyli prawdy, nim zboże oddzieli od trawy.
Bronisz się, siejesz wiatr.
Myślisz jestem tak młody.
Czas nas uczy pogody od lat.
Tak od lat.
Tak od lat.
Tak od lat.
Tak od lat. Tak od lat. Tak od lat.
Tak od lat. Tak od lat.
Tak od lat.
Tak od lat. Tak od lat.
English translation
I saw the wind of the baptized with a hair. It endured the peace among the fields.
Soft Indian summer warmed the bones.
And other times he mowed down forests and fell from the mountains with a blade.
He was young. He was God and he was running.
Free.
Many days, many years. Time teaches us about the weather.
He will confuse the paths and confuse the truths before he separates the wheat from the grass.
You defend yourself, you sow the wind.
You think I'm so young.
Time has been teaching us about the weather for years.
It's been like this for years.
How many people has time healed from their wounds?
He turned the blood storm into calm.
Maybe someday, in autumn, it will calm our foreheads and smooth our eyebrows.
I saw days in museums, sleepy years, interiors as cold as darkness.
Old people in the corners of great halls.
Books of beautiful thoughts, full of peace, bitterness, dust.
The taste of tea, the sound of soft slippers and peace.
Many days, many years.
Time teaches us about the weather.
He will confuse the paths and confuse the truths before he separates the wheat from the grass.
You defend yourself, you sow the wind.
You think I'm so young.
Time has been teaching us about the weather for years.
It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years. It's been like this for years. It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years. It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years.
It's been like this for years. It's been like this for years.