Dezerter - Zegar zagłady

All of us have a reason of their own
To get up in the morning, to go ahead
Life is but a short dream of a beggar
Where we often don't wake up at all

Today's breath tastes like never before
Especially when you feel that you can't cope
On the axis of time there is still no help in sight
Steady ticking of the heart, like that of an extinction clock

Every night you eagerly wait, wait, wait
For the longed-for dawn and rising sun ray
And you don't think at all, it's better not to think
That every morning draws us closer to the unwelcome end

Chorus:
Some still dream of power
Others face nightmare torments
When you lay down, you were young
You're old when you got up