Night outside the windows
In the mountains of snow, power covers everything
Chort is the only one who knows
What threw me into this spa
There was noise on the dance floor
The crowd of holidaymakers intertwined densely
I'm sitting here alone and in front of me
Male orchestra
The type of bass punch
He knows it's time to be in someone's bubble
A felt string will twitch and highlander dances will begin
There is a highlander worth dancing when you are lucky, when a girl squeals
With bass, the type knows it, so he smiles
And after a while

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
From the nice Mr. Waldek: pucio-pucio

We are on holiday
In these highlander forests
In the sun's rays
We're sunbathing
The orchestra plays a hissy béguine
It's not your elevator that I'm hitting on you

This Miss Krysia
Miss Krysia
She has reigned at stays not since today
And at this time of the year every year
She used to come here, to the Orzeł boarding house
Patients' eyesight
He continued to follow her every gesture and step

Outside the windows at night, in the mountains of snow, power hangs on the trees
Czort is the only one who knows that the bassist is also in love with Krysia
He knows the only devil, what it costs to keep over and over again
To take a double bass and so advertise a blood fire

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
From the undoubtedly nice Mr. Mietek: pucio-pucio

We are on holiday
In these highlander forests
In the sun's rays
We're sunbathing

And Miss Krysia, Miss Krysia
With Mr. Mietek, who just sat down a moment ago
She traversed the length and breadth of the dance floor
But she never looked at the orchestra
Where the bassist's dreamy eyesight came from
He continued to follow her every gesture and step

Outside the windows, the night, in the mountains of snow, power covers everything
The entire stay is asleep
And among others, our bassist also dreams
That there was noise all around, a crowd on the dance floor, at the foreheads
And he throws the bass and his eyes sparkle and he calls out loud

Calm the orchestra!
Now, for the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
From me
Miss Krysia
I love you
Everything

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
What was happening
Something was happening
The health resort was squirming half with laughter
And it would turn poor people to the end
If the bass player had not finally woken up
Because we often have silly dreams
But then we wake up and

For the nice Miss Krysia from the third camp
From the nice, undoubtedly, Mr. Waldek: pucio-pucio

We are on holiday
In these highlander forests