Wariatka Tańczy - Maryla Rodowicz

Ale szum, ale tlum

Czarna noc, bialy rum

Zlote stosy pomaranczy

Dudni dom dana da

Jak zabawa to zabawa

I wariatka dzisiaj tanczy

Kto tu wlazl, ten tu pan

Jeszcze lyk jeszcze dzban

I dzieciaków nikt nie nianczy

Kazdy ma na cos chec

Bo zabawa jest na piec

I wariatka jeszcze tanczy

Szalona wiruje chusta

Szalone wiruja usta

Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech

Nie patrzy do lustra

Czerwona na niej sukienka

Czerwona w sercu udreka

Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech

Przed losem nie kleka

Wódka juz jezy wlos

Ej do bab, ej do kos

Ktos powiedzial, ze wystarczy

Jeden juz nie chce zyc

Na ostatek prosi pic

A wariatka jeszcze tanczy

Taka to by na stos

Na co jej durny los

Dajcie chlopcy ten kaganczyk

Warkocz jej plonie juz

Dookola zloty kurz

A wariatka jeszcze tanczy

Szalona wiruje chusta

Szalone wiruja usta

Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech

Nie patrzy do lustra

Czerwona na niej sukienka

Czerwona w sercu udreka

Odkaczalka, wariatka, ech

Przed losem nie kleka

But the buzz, but the crowd

Black night, white rum

Golden heaps of oranges

The house is rumbling

How fun is fun

And the madwoman is dancing today

Who's gotten in here, this gentleman here

Still a sip of a pitcher

And no one is nursing the kids

Everyone has something to want

Because fun is on the stove

And the madwoman is still dancing

The crazy scarf is spinning

Crazy swirling lips

Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh

He is not looking in the mirror

Red dress on it

Red at the heart of the torment

Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh

He does not kneel to fate

The vodka has already eaten my hair

Hey to the women, hey to the scythe

Someone said it was enough

One does not want to live anymore

Finally, he asks for a drink

And the madwoman is still dancing

This is what it would be on the pile

What her stupid fate for

Give the boys that muzzle

Her braid is already burning

Gold dust around

And the madwoman is still dancing

The crazy scarf is spinning

Crazy swirling lips

Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh

He is not looking in the mirror

Red dress on it

Red at the heart of the torment

Vacuum cleaner, crazy, eh

He does not kneel to fate