2nd Wind - Koloryt

Old, bitter neighborhoods,
they keep coloring them, they keep beautifying them.
They keep trying to hide
what's dying
in the blocks.

The same pathology,
the same hungry children,
the same beaten wives.
The same angry husbands,
only from the outside...
Everything colorful!

Don't trust appearances,
these colors are worth nothing,
and you accept it,
after all, only you matter, YOU!
Only you damn well matter.
These neighborhoods are somewhere with us.
They write thousands of poems,
each!
Each filled with evil!

But you have strength within you!
Damn it, you have power within you!
You can change the endings
and show that hope
never dies,
it never fades!

It never dies,
it never fades!

Show that apathy,
is never the solution,
and color these neighborhoods, color!
Color! Color!