Lato z plakami othodi, Viatr skrentsa lische v vorkoche. Dyvanem pokryva szlaki, `dont remember this line` na zbochah. Pshyoblekam mysli v kolory, Liszchuv zlotyh bukuv purpury, Palo v ogniu letnie vspomnienia, Ide vymahujonts praporem. Refren: Ide v gury czeshych se zhychem, Pale v ogniu halnego vlosy, v listuv zvuki vsluhat se pragne, V odlatuyontsyh ptakuv glosy.
Sorry for my Polish and a bad memory. After all I was 12 when I went to Poland! Do you know this song? I'd love to know the lyrics. Lovely country and lovely pics: keep up the good work!
Lato z plakami othodi,
ReplyDeleteViatr skrentsa lische v vorkoche.
Dyvanem pokryva szlaki,
`dont remember this line` na zbochah.
Pshyoblekam mysli v kolory,
Liszchuv zlotyh bukuv purpury,
Palo v ogniu letnie vspomnienia,
Ide vymahujonts praporem.
Refren:
Ide v gury czeshych se zhychem,
Pale v ogniu halnego vlosy,
v listuv zvuki vsluhat se pragne,
V odlatuyontsyh ptakuv glosy.
Sorry for my Polish and a bad memory. After all I was 12 when I went to Poland! Do you know this song? I'd love to know the lyrics. Lovely country and lovely pics: keep up the good work!