Budka Suflera - Kto zrobił mi ten żart

Another day without purpose, without meaning for years
Another bitterness among many, drunk to the last drop
Once again, the morning rising, a ritual like a tune
And once more, the question keeps coming, more loyal than a friend

What am I doing here? I’d really like to know
What am I searching for here, who played this trick on me?
What am I doing here, what’s the idea of living this way
What am I searching for here, when there’s nothing to stay?

A course through the city in both directions, through hostility and falsehood
Everything so familiar, so ordinary, it's frightening
Another date changes, just by one more day
And the evening prayer, a quick one before sleep

What am I doing here? I’d really like to know
What am I searching for here, who played this trick on me?
What am I doing here, what’s the idea of living this way
What am I searching for here, when there’s nothing to stay?