Zawiałow, Podsiadło - Nikt tak pięknie nie mówił, że się boi miłości - Live Reaction

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 28 พ.ย. 2024

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  • @dariuswillder3169
    @dariuswillder3169 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +2

    Daria Zawialow, check meskie granie all years too

  • @maciejzniebuszewa8077
    @maciejzniebuszewa8077 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +4

    Feel Polish spirit

  • @andrzej8450
    @andrzej8450 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +3

    Lyrics! You must know words

  • @dariussawkulycz4320
    @dariussawkulycz4320 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +1

    And Dawid Podsiadło in English from Cyberpunk Game :
    th-cam.com/video/BnnbP7pCIvQ/w-d-xo.htmlsi=dAZUMziDqGGZ5veL

  • @pawelpl2546
    @pawelpl2546 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +1

    Check zawialow winter is coming live vevo😊

  • @grazynaszczepaniak-antosik9520
    @grazynaszczepaniak-antosik9520 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +4

    Grażka. Szalenie mnie wkurza, że ci ,którzy komentują muzyczne utwory, coś sobie w trakcie popijają, jakby nie mogli zawczasu napić się przed wysłuchaniem utworu lub po. Przecież to tylko kilka minut! A tak mimowolnie pokazują, że to, co wysłuchali, to dla nich nic. Ważne, żeby kasa z recenzji leciała.

    • @BenMeteor
      @BenMeteor  3 หลายเดือนก่อน

      Bullshit. So many singer drink while they are singing on the stage, look at the festivals, concert place people are drinking and much more fun than sober. I think you re old, and putin lover.

    • @dorotalipinska5696
      @dorotalipinska5696 2 หลายเดือนก่อน

      Bzdury gadasz

  • @BarbaraTekst
    @BarbaraTekst 3 หลายเดือนก่อน +1

    This song was orginally sung by cult polish rock band Pidżama Porno > th-cam.com/video/tDu877hBK7k/w-d-xo.html Meskie Granie is regular festival and creates new arrangements of popular, well-known polish songs. Txt is very gentle, about love and is kind of poetry. Translation:
    Often your eyes instead of blooming with green
    Are so cold and wicked
    In sick conversations, eyes turn somewhere else
    Just looking for a place to hide
    Your arms -a non-crubling pastry
    Don't smell like a mint balm
    I- in you arms- an irrelevant dissonance
    The rain of happiness, a shot over the abyss
    With a whisper to your ear, I'll say
    That I, I renounce it...
    That I, I renounce it...
    Those mornings like a fever
    -at your windows like a beggar-
    I used to sit behind the tree, not once
    Those falling stars
    -drunken stars to the stake-
    At night, when I'll be dying
    With a whisper to your ear, I'll say
    That I, I renounce it...
    That I, I renounce it...
    I renounce it, because...
    I renounce it, because...
    No one could ever say that they were afraid to love as beautifully as you.
    As you.
    Before the lightning and the rainbow cross the bridge of sadness
    Before the day flies away on a cloud
    Before the peas and the roses kiss through the fence
    Before the dust sweeps the yard
    With a whisper to your ear, I'll say
    That I, I renounce it...
    That I, I renounce it...
    I renounce it, because...
    I renounce it, because...
    No one could ever say that they were afraid to love as beautifully as you.
    And when I meet you on the death's crossroads
    I'll say it to only you again
    And when I meet you on the death's crossroads
    I'll say it to only you again
    No one could ever say that they were afraid to love as beautifully
    No one could ever say that they were afraid to love as beautifully
    As you...
    Greets!