"Music is what tell us that the human race is greater than we realize". Napoleon Bonaparte Music is my Therapy.

So hope shall fill us again
Shades of the Absentees will appear
And we shall henceforth believe
In yet another Christmas
And although it's buzz has faded
As someone’s voice is still missed
Come over and stay with us
Against, so called, irony of fate
Give us faith that it makes sense
That there is no need mourning friends
That wherever they are, they are doing well
Because they are here, although in another form
And convince us that it is how it is supposed to be
That the air is still trembling after (their) voices
That they have left in order to live
And this time they will live forever
Come into this world to reimburse for loss accounts
To take at the table an empty seat amidst us
Once again, let us enjoy a child inside us
And let us forget that there are empty seats at the table
So hope shall fill us again
Shades of the Absentees will appear
And we shall henceforth believe
In yet another Christmas
And although it's buzz has faded
As someone’s voice is still missed
Come over and stay with us
Against, so called, irony of fate
Come into this world to compensate for loss accounts
To take an empty seat at the table amidst us
Once again let us enjoy the child inside us
And let us forget that there are empty seats at the table

A nadzieja znów wst?pi w nas.
Nieobecnych pojawi? sie cienie.
Uwierzymy kolejny raz,
W jeszcze jedno Bo?e Narodzenie.
I cho? przygas? ?wi?teczny gwar,
Bo zabrak?o znów czyjego? g?osu,
Przyjd? tu do nas i z nami trwaj,
Wbrew tak zwanej ironii losu.
Daj nam wiar?, ?e to ma sens.
?e nie trzeba ?a?owa? przyjació?.
?e gdziekolwiek s? - dobrze im jest,
Bo s? z nami cho? w innej postaci.
I przekonaj, ?e tak ma by?,
?e po g?osach tych wci?? dr?y powietrze.
?e odeszli po to by ?y?,
I tym razem b?d? ?y? wiecznie
Przyjd? na ?wiat, by wyrówna? rachunki strat,
?eby zaj?? w?ród nas puste miejsce przy stole.
Jeszcze raz pozwól cieszy? si? dzieckiem w nas,
I zapomnie?, ?e s? puste miejsca przy stole.
A nadzieja znów wst?pi w nas.
Nieobecnych pojawi? si? cienie.
Uwierzymy kolejny raz,
W jeszcze jedno Bo?e Narodzenie .
I cho? przygas? ?wi?teczny gwar,
Bo zabrak?o znów czyjego? g?osu,
Przyjd? tu do nas i z nami trwaj,
Wbrew tak zwanej ironii losu.
Przyjd? na ?wiat, by wyrówna? rachunki strat,
?eby zaj?? w?ród nas puste miejsce przy stole.
Jeszcze raz pozwól cieszy? si? dzieckiem w nas,
I zapomnie?, ?e s? puste miejsca przy stole.

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