Dawid Podsiadło - Trofea

Music is my muse, but I'm alone in the room
Relentless stress is my buddy
It’s about time I go nuts
It all has gone to my head

I won’t take a photo, I won’t sign your CDs
I can’t fit in the stories of your life
When I’m riding the elevator, I’ll be following the footsteps
I’ll wipe the left corner of my mouth with a word of appreciation

Mailbox is full, don’t send anything
I’m slowly losing my voice
Just a few more enjoyable CDs
I’ll get out of here eventually

I’m becoming a monster, because then, I feel like
Even though I’m here, it’s like I’m not
Because of that, I can get on my old bike
Start living in a tenement building, not wash my hands

Every day I hear “you won something again”
There won’t be room for another diamond soon
(That’s how you’re messing me up, messing me up)

I’ll feel the taste of anonymity
When I take a small leap abroad
But then I get this weird feeling of longing
When I take a transparent step

In the country of the Vistula river
Everybody uses my first name
And my last name
Is a billboard read aloud

Mailbox is full, don’t send anything
I’m slowly losing my voice
Just a few more enjoyable CDs
I’ll get out of here eventually

I’m becoming a monster, because then, I feel like
Even though I’m here, it’s like I’m not
Because of that, I can get on my old bike
Start living in a tenement building, not wash my hands

I’m becoming a monster, because then, I feel like
Even though I’m here, it’s like I’m not
Because of that, I can get on my old bike
Start living in a tenement building, not wash my hands

I’m becoming a monster, because then, I feel like
Even though I’m here, it’s like I’m not
Because of that, I can get on my old bike
Start living in a tenement building, not wash my hands