Metro - Szyba

Tłumaczenie:

All of them ask where you’re from and what you do,
It’s enough for them that you have a name.
Don’t try to answer or tell them about yourself,
Because instead of you, they only see a face.

I thought back then, "There’s no point in waiting;
Time passes quickly, and life is only one."
It wasn’t an easy act—they said I was running away,
With a ticket in my hand for a one-way trip.

Every day, the same game begins again,
And it reminds you of your childhood dreams.
You want to break the pane of glass, but it bends,
And there they all are, while it’s just you on the other side.
You want to break the pane of glass, but it bends,
And there they all are, while it’s just you on the other side.

I was left alone, so I write long letters.
I have no money, and I still know too little.
I’m learning many words, I understand almost everything,
But the world looks as if it’s behind glass.

When indifferent passersby walk past me,
I try to believe this fog will clear.
That I’ll be able to truly touch something again,
And a miracle will happen—the pane of glass will disappear.

Every day, the same game begins again,
And it reminds you of your childhood dreams.
You want to break the pane of glass, but it bends,
And there they all are, while it’s just you on the other side.
You want to break the pane of glass, but it bends,
And there they all are, while it’s just you on the other side.