The nights get colder, around this time of year.
Nothing helps to keep me warm.
The days get older, oh so slowly gone.
When you're far away from home.
Nothing can stop the night from falling.
Nothing can stop me crying out your name.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
And I don't know what I'm gonna do.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
I need your arms around me.
I know you're sleeping,
I know it's only time, till I'm back with you again.
And if you're dreaming, I hope your dreams are mine,
And it will always be the same.
Nothing can stop the night from coming.
Nothing can stop me from crying out your name.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
And I don't know what I'm gonna do.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
I need your arms around me.
I can feel you lying beside me, as I reach across the bed.
I can hear you say, I can hear you say...I love you.
But as I open up my eyes, with your words still in my head,
I know that I'm, I know that I'm alone.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
And I don't know what I'm gonna do.
When I'm miles and miles away from you,
I need your arms around me.
Jest taki ogien, co nie spala domów, ksiazek, flag,
A ludzie niosa go przed soba I wierza w jego sile.
Kiedy plonie nad stadionem I w milionach serc,
Cichna spory, a nienawisc w milosc zmienia sie
Ten ogien plone dla mistrzów, co wzniesli sie do gwiazd.
I dla przegranych, którzy slabosc swa zlamali jszcze raz.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa.
Byl w Atlancie inny ogien straszny, grozny, zly,
Jak sciana wznosil sie przed Scarlett,
Nim ... przeminaa z wiatrem.
Dzis czerwona ziemia Tary Rodzi dobre sny,
A nad glowami ludzi plonie Olypijski znicz.
Ten ogien plonie Dla mistrzów, co wznisli sie do gwiazd.
I dla przegranych, którzy slabosc swa Zlamali jszcze raz.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ... Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ...
I chwala tym, co gonia wiatr, I chwala tym, co lapia dal,
Co walcza tak jak lwy, na smierc By za meta objac sie!
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ... Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa ...
To Atlanta, Atlanta ...