Przemysław Gintrowski - A my nie chcemy uciekać stąd

Tłumaczenie:

Our big house burst into flames
Smoke's rolling ropes in the halls
It's deep, really dark night
Burning rats run from cellars

I scream out of a window, press my forehead into glass
I make a gap in glow with a gulp of air
The one who can hear me thinks I'm a madman
He calls - what else was in your dream, freak?

So I grab bars white from heat
I see my face, face in curses
And my neighbour looks curiously
How the straightjacket he's wearing is burning

Smoke in a keyhole and the door have no handle
The plaster is cracking along the sweaty wall
I slip my tongue in inflamed lock
Someone behind me is laughing insanely

But most of them are still asleep and smiling in their sleep
And one who wakes up can't believe in the awakening
Scream in soundproof rooms knows no echo
On frames of beds there's silent fright waiting

The ones tied by smoke of mattresses
Foretell words of their lives
Under out feet floor is glowing
Rain of red sparks settle down on our heads

Smoke's getting thicker, a stranger breaks in
And we're squeezed in the furthest corner of the room
This way! - he calls - God damn y'all!
And we don't want to run out of here!

And we don't want to run out of here!
We scream in fury of rage and humility
Our big house burst into flames
House for mentally and nervously disordered!