Bisz - Wilk chodnikowy

I gather old trash in old wardrobes
Kids curse at old women,
I bow - we've known each other for so long
So many variants of diseases and weather
Life revolves around births and deaths,
Youth is dying in snares
My roots pass through the eye sockets of skulls,
They writhe in ribs, sometimes I am too aware of misfortune
For a moment I see your eyes like stars,
And then it passes - I am alone like everyone else
But young hands gather my flowers again in spring
From the balcony I look at the gardens that grow and
I think about those people who still want to live,
Figuring out how to push instead of pulling this mess
Here, in every family some kid is their hope,
Which sometimes grows in primary school, then fades away
I am increasingly certain that dreams are meant not to come true
Because they are not about the world, but the matter of heart
I don't develop at the pace of society, because
I would lose the essence of my humanity - freedom
Cities, they have to keep it in cages
Many allow themselves to be themselves only at parties
They say "You don't want to grow up", I don't want to grow up like that
They tell me how to grow up in two words: "Put on the collar"
The only thing they want - your muscles and your hours,
And who are you? Be serious, who the fuck cares? (quiet)
Not a living soul around, neither in you, (quiet)
Not a sound around, inside you the urge (quiet)
Youth begins its empty, shallow song
Someone shat on our world, you have me as a witness, it's true
You have me as proof and you have yourself
Life is a bad joke, and they tell you "Take it seriously"
You don't want to hear about money, money, money
But there's nothing more than this fight for the paper, give in to it or surrender

I'll howl at the empty sky,
Although I know very well that it won't do anything anyway
I'll wait until the tired echoes of my voice return here,
Believing that I'll hear yours among them
And I'll live on the edge of shadow,
On the edge of truth, not looking for justification
For this fate of all people without a name, because
People are causes, and events are effects

There's a clock hanging on the wall, God knows when it stopped
Sometimes i see God in my dreams, and it says "You have to survive"
I wake up pissed off, I have no strength, and I have to believe that
The nonsense I live in has a purpose, is supposed to change me, and will change me
A - maybe it's because of the lack of money?
B - maybe it's because of the lack of meaning?
C – maybe it’s the result of fear, habits and insecurities?
I could go on and on, there are a ton of reasons
But the effect is the same, you’ve scrambled your brain long time ago
If you’re fucked up, they don’t give you a pension here
Once you're deep into shit, you’re soaked in it
The chains of consequences you drag behind your feet until death,
And you’re different from the rest, so you’re antisocial
I climb a hill to lift my heavy head a little
Alone with the full moon, I can’t stand company
I guess I’ve always been alone, I guess I always wanted that
My watch still says 0 0 0 0
Let the clock strike to the rhythm of my missteps
Witching hour? I don't give a shit, leave me alone
A break from death – life, I don’t think about how to spend it
I think about how to fulfill it, I howl about it towards the full moon
It doesn’t help, but what would it help if I fell silent?
My song, my love, we don't wait for anything
We play our thing, a big thing from things small
We know well who we are for us whilst being nothing to them (quiet)
Not a living soul around, neither inside me(quiet)
Not a sound around, inside me urge (quiet)
Youth begins its song, sad, furious
Again, everything about us without us, tears would be wasted over this spilled milk
Nail in the coffin, already alone for good, I've waited forever and ever,
In a matter not worth a shit I've spilled blood and ink
I'm going to the edge, like when I was a bird
Blue was an invitation then, today blackness is the command