Lyrics:

My young bride, why are your shoulders like that?
Of a tired old woman
Like a tired old woman

My young bride, why are your fingers like that?
Of the hedge in winter
Of the hedge in winter

Polonaise in winter
Snowshoes and hunters
Carry the goods in for you

My young bride, why aren't you moving at all?
Helps to make the day seem shorter
Helps to make the day seem shorter

My young bride, why aren't you keeping with you
All the ones who really love you?
All the ones who really love you

Polonaise in winter
Snowshoes and hunters
Carry the goods in for you
Darkness and forest
Grant you the longest
Face made for porridge and stew


Polonaise in winter
Snowshoes and hunters
Carry the goods in for you
Darkness and forest
Grant you the longest
Face made for porridge and stew
Polonaise in winter
Snowshoes and hunters
Carried the goods in for you
Darkness and forest
Grant you the longest
Face made for porridge and stew
Polonaise in winter
Snowshoes and hunters
Carry the goods in for you
Darkness and forest
Grant you the longest
Face made for porridge