Dorota Osińska - Jestem chora

No, I don't smoke anymore
No, I don't pick roses
Life's fallen from my hands
I am grayish dust
Demented dust
That crams
In your every corner

My shadow wakes me up
The nights laugh
That beside
No one sleeps
Only into my body
Platform number five
A train arrives with a blare
When dawn comes

Again, I'm sick
Incurably sick
Like the day my mother disappeared in the door
And the blind fear stayed within [me]
Orphan fear

Again, I'm sick
I'm sick for you
You go away, then come back
And my whole world dwindles
And the cut trees've been growing in a circle
For two years already

That poisonous honey
That burning ice
That curel God
Is you
And me? I splice my face, painted face
Which lies so ludicrously
That you can live, enough

Every night, every night I see whisky's nadir
but every each has a taste of rain
Again, the blare of trains
In the trains - you
No, it;s not you
It's a breathless wind

Again, I'm sick
Incurably sick
Look, I lay for death on my back
'Cause I'm like that dead bird
That crumbles down

Again, I'm sick
I'm sick for you
You stole my every word
Yoo stole my every note
You took that little piece of heaven from me
My talent

If it's bound to last, I can't make it to stand
I'll collapse like a bridge
The radio's going to play
And in there, like an executioner
My own stupid voice
Which still sings that
I'm sick
Incurably sick
Like the day my mother disappeared in the door
And the blind fear stayed within [me]
Orphan fear

Again, I'm sick
I'm sick for you
You killed the whole singing within me
You transferred all the blood from me
And I stayed here, at the bottom
So sick
With that heart on the track
Can you hear me?
I'm sick!