Dawid Podsiadło - Trofea

Music stays music, and I'm alone in my room
My only friend — constant stress and gloom
Time has come for sweaty palms again
My sink is full of fizzy water — the cheap champagne

I won’t take photos, won’t sign your CDs
I can't hold the weight of all your life stories
Riding the elevator, I’ll follow the prints on the floor
Wipe the corner of my mouth with praise I’ve heard before

Mailbox full — don’t send a thing
I’m slowly losing voice
Just a few more pleasant records —
Then I’ll finally make my choice

I'm becoming a monster, 'cause that’s when I feel that
Though I exist — I'm really not here, in fact
That’s how I can ride an old bike through the night
Move to a tenement and never wash my hands right

Every day, I hear: “You've won again!”
Soon I’ll run out of space for another gem…
(You're spoiling me…)
(You're spoiling me…)

I'll taste anonymity the moment I
Take a tiny leap across the borderline
And strangely, I start to miss it all —
When I take a see-through step and feel so small

In the land by the Vistula
Everyone calls me by name
And my last name —
Is just a loud sign in fame

Mailbox full — don’t send a thing
I’m slowly losing voice
Just a few more pleasant records —
Then I’ll finally make my choice

I'm becoming a monster, 'cause that’s when I feel that
Though I exist — I'm really not here, in fact
That’s how I can ride an old bike through the night
Move to a tenement and never wash my hands right

I'm becoming a monster, 'cause that’s when I feel that
Though I exist — I'm really not here, in fact
That’s how I can ride an old bike through the night
Move to a tenement and never wash my hands right

I'm becoming a monster, 'cause that’s when I feel that
Though I exist — I'm really not here, in fact
That’s how I can ride an old bike through the night
Move to a tenement and never wash my hands right