More songs by Stanisław Soyka
Description
Every courtyard has its own stage - without spotlights, but with an endless repertoire. A bench becomes the front row, and passersby become actors, even if they don't realize it themselves. Some people are in a hurry, some are dreaming, some carry their sadness so openly, as if it were a prop. And there is always a smile nearby to balance the whole performance. A simple street “bazhechka” in which random episodes come together in quiet eternity.
Director: Bartosz Piotrowski
Editing: Wojtek Siara
Styling: Patrycja Fitz
Executive producer: TATA ARTS Agency Ewa Żmiewska-Soika
Producer: Universal Music Polska Sp. z o.o.
Music and lyrics: Stanisław Sojka
Performers:
Stanisław Sojka - light, guitar
Tomasz Jaszkevic - electric guitar
Przemysław Gregor - electric guitar
Antoni Gralak - trumpet
Aleksander Koretsky - saxophone
Marcin Lamch – double bass
Antek Sojka – keyboard
Kuba Sojka – percussion
Zbigniew Uhuru Brysak – percussion
Lyrics and translation
Original
Siedzę na ławeczce, na mojej ulicy.
Siedzę na ławeczce i patrzę.
Mógłbym to teatru oglądać bez końca.
Na przechodniów patrzeć.
Ten ma wikt i opierunek, tamten nie ma nic.
Ten wyrusza, ten przystanął. Idzie para, wciąż za ręce.
Każdy człowiek inny.
W swoją idzie stronę.
Ten wyrusza smutny, ten jest zamyślony.
Siedzę na ławeczce i na nic nie czekam.
Siedzę na ławeczce i patrzę.
Ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka i już.
Siedzę na ławeczce, na mojej ulicy.
Siedzę na ławeczce i patrzę.
Oto idzie pielgrzym.
Widać że z daleka, a za nim turysta.
Ten, co się rozgląda.
Ten gość idzie szybko, drugi się nie śpieszy.
Smuci się dziewczyna, inna się uśmiecha.
Siedzę na ławeczce na mojej ulicy.
Siedzę na ławeczce i patrzę.
Mógłbym to teatru oglądać bez końca.
Mógłbym tu pozostać na zawsze.
Ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka i już.
Ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka, bajeczka, ławeczka i już.
English translation
I'm sitting on a bench in my street.
I sit on a bench and watch.
I could watch this theater forever.
Look at passers-by.
This one has food and grooming, the other one has nothing.
This one sets off, this one stops. A couple is walking, still holding hands.
Every person is different.
He goes his own way.
This one sets off sad, this one is pensive.
I'm sitting on a bench and not waiting for anything.
I sit on a bench and watch.
Bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench and that's it.
I'm sitting on a bench in my street.
I sit on a bench and watch.
Here comes the pilgrim.
You can see it from a distance, with a tourist behind it.
The one who looks around.
This guy is walking fast, the other guy is taking his time.
A girl is sad, another girl is smiling.
I'm sitting on a bench on my street.
I sit on a bench and watch.
I could watch this theater forever.
I could stay here forever.
Bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench and that's it.
Bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench, fairy tale, bench and that's it.