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

Two hearts and four dark eyes, oh oh oh
Which cried day and night, oh oh oh
Dark eyes you are crying because you can't meet
Because you can't meet, oh oh oh

Mum forbade me oh oh oh
To not love the boy oh oh oh
Old have love, but forbid this to the young,
Forbid this to the young, oh oh oh

When the boy is handsome and charming oh oh oh
Who would have the strength to refuse him oh oh oh
A heart would have to be made of stone, not to love the boy,
Not to love the boy, oh oh oh

My mother forbade me, oh oh oh
To love the boy oh oh oh
But I will throw my arms around him, I will love him 'till the day I die
I will love him 'till the day I die, oh oh oh

Poland