Powiedz mi, Panie [English translation]

Radio's playing its love block

A voice sweet as a sin flowing out

One more cigarette for this night

Another pepper hot sip

It's as plain as day to me now

He's holding her, whispering words of love

This night is too short for them to sleep

There's a fire and a miracle within them

Who gets the treasure, who gets the tear, who gets the cry and regret...

Tell me, Lord, why it's not me

Why it's not me dancing with him today

Tell me, Lord, why it's not me

Why it's not me sharing his dreams

Tell me, Lord, why it's not me

Why it's not me who can be with him

Tell me, Lord, why it's not me

Why it's not me for the rest of the days

It hurts a little - my heart doesn't want to beat

It hurts a little - help me, Lord

The whitest of candles is for you

Sprinkle the seeds of hope on my hand

Take my body and the snow of my soul

Don't let me vanish just like that, meaninglessly

How can anyone be as blind as he is

Give him a moment of brightness in the love

I'm the best - he's told me that

We were to conquer the world together

• Artist:Zdzisława Sośnicka
• Album:Serce (1989)