Red rose walking tenderly
In my bedroom,
Like the swans dancing in the lake Mamry:
Mesmerizing my mind;
As she walks with a submissive look,
Gazing the floor on bare feet,
Soft brown hair fallen down
Cradling over her shoulders -
Like the river Vistula,
Captivating my heart!

Remembering the days -
I waited for her,
In the mornings at Kazimierski Park;
The days I ran chasing her behind,
Trampling down the golden grass -
And morning glories,
Then holding each other under a chestnut tree:
And savoring her red tulip lips
While her fingers caress my back softly,
Showing her passion for me!

Remembering the days -
Walking holding each others’ hand
In the streets of Warsaw:
As the evening sunset reminds us -
The beautiful limestone of Tetras;
The nights we explored
The real taste of pouncheck,
Passing pieces to each other
By our playful lips -
As passionate lovers do!

Oh love, let us be real:
Bring those caring hands
And hold me tight,
Like you never leave me alone -
In Bledów desert on a cold night;
Cover me by satin veil in your hand -
Intoxicating our minds
As we drowned in a glass of burgundy wine;
As our feeling of passion reach -
Top of Three Crown peak tonight!