Collage - Stare Ścieżki

Return to the old paths should you not know where to head next,
Listen - little elf with vodka in a glass - and I shall enthuse,
A moment - this is the moment when all the lights go dark,
When I convert to religion… yes… when I flee to the dreamland again.

Forest - I pass the forests with dozing birds in the stars’ warmth,
Cities - I pass the cities crowded with people like yourself,
I want to make the time stop - enter the the old paths,
How to freeze time? I’m fleeing to the dreamland again.

You shan’t find me anymore,
You shan’t find me anymore,
You shan’t find me anymore,
You shan’t find me anymore.

I know my path in the silence of the falling stars,
I shall shelter in the cheap hotels run by random individuals,
You shan’t find me,
You shan’t find me anymore,
You shan’t find me anymore,
You shan’t find me anymore.

I’ve my own path - I just don’t know where it leads,
Through headlines in newspapers, flashy visions,
I will raise a toast for it one more time,
Aye, I’ve my own truth - I perish for the sake of it every day,
On the altars of discussion, sincere night talks,
I will raise a toast for it one more time.

Rains, rains shall come, interrupt this ritual of the day,
Wash the gray ink off my face,
Wash the print on the road from the newspapers,
I want to make the time stop - enter the the old paths,
Freeze time? I am fleeing to the dreamland again…