Mały elf - Halina Frackowiak

mowil, ze na kilka chwil…

Wkrotce minal miesiac i kochany maly elf

w serce zapadl mi, jak nikt.

Cichy, jak zak ruszyl vabank,

w kolko «jet'ame», w gwiazdach, jak Lem.

Gdziez tam bon ton, zmyslow voyager

piescil mnie az do szczytu marzen.

Budzil mnie niewinnie w srodku nocy maly elf,

pytal, czy to sen, czy nie?

Lubil sie zaklinac, ze na zawsze, maly elf,

zawsze sie rozwialo w dym.

Wszystko, co chcial tu, u mnie mial:

i winegret i plac Pigalle

i varietes, chlodne trzy czwarte

a zostal zal, smutny bell’arte.

Moze to deszcz, moze to lza

Pytasz, jak jest?

Comme ci, comme ca…

Mowil, ze baad, ze nudzi sie,

otwarte drzwi, wiec s’il vous plait…

Wyszedl tak pod wieczor moj znudzony maly elf,

czekam, pewnie czekac chce…

latwo go poznacie, nie pytajcie wiecej mnie:

ot, zwyczajny maly elf…

maly elf.

he said that for a few moments...

Soon a month passed and the dear little elf

he fell into my heart like no one else.

Quiet as the vabank started,

in circles «jet'ame», in stars, like Lem.

Where's the bon ton, sense voyager

he caressed me to the top of my dreams.

I was woken innocently in the middle of the night by a little elf,

he asked if it was a dream or not?

He liked to swear that forever, little elf,

it always dissolved into smoke.

Everything he wanted here, he had with me:

and vinaigrette and Pigalle square

and varietes, cool three quarters

and was sad, sad bell'arte.

Maybe it's rain, maybe it's tears

How is it?

Comme ci, comme ca…

He said that he was baad that he was bored,

open door, so s'il vous plait...

So my bored little elf left in the evening,

I'm waiting, I'm sure I want to wait...

you will recognize him easily, don't ask me again:

oh, just a normal little elf…

little elf.