Eldo - Pan Nikt

Eldo - Mr. No one

Intro:
Be brave when mind fail, be brave
It's the only thing that matters in the Last Judgement
Your helpless fear shall become the sea
Every time you hear the voice of those humiliated and beaten up

Verse 1:
He doesn't know what and when ended wrong
Really can't point the moment
Alive or dead - no one sees, because no one pays attention
Even though he sometimes makes a lot of mess
He wants your emotions, only they can feed him
Days are bleak when you tell him to fast so long
He wants your thoughts, he wants to move into another universe
And that's why it hurts so much, because he's lost access to beauty
Lift to hell, straight down; hundred floor into the ground
He's laughing, not suffering, 'cause Werter's no longer young
L'arte eviva*, comes back to ground floor, revives
He doesn't parley with demons, that's always pointless
At the cost of Sun, he takes the last thing to lose it
It's hope. Someone said: fight until the end!
You say? Yeah, he believes, takes your word for a fact
Please don't let him down, when you want to hold the weight of it, hold it together - as team
As you can see, he's got the PhD in theory
Generally he's the best in everything
He exchanged mind on emotions
And what does he get? He's invisible, silent, always absent

Hook x2
Even though he walks those streets, no one can see him
He's needles, he could as well disappear
'Cause if he lives here, it is just for show
He waits patiently until someday it'll all end

Verse 2
He's got no freedom, his thoughts are living a past glory
He's got no humility, pure egoism, even success isn't enough
It's hard for him to write, he's got a dynamite instead of pen in hand
It's hard for him to run, his shoes are nice, but there's no ground underfoot
So he's languishing in the city at night
He goes to beloved places, putting thoughts in order
He doesn't know where, but he lost hope somewhere on the road
Maybe he'll find it, he's got a plan, but plans are just a play of the God
He let himself to live in a slavery of memories
His life passed in silence, unnoticed
He wakes up (too late), he got hope back (but for nothing)
He's walking through Sahara with dreams to just fall asleep
Next few hours, sleep still doesn't want to come to him
Without power, he goes alone to alone streets of Warsaw
One-to-one with thoughts, took a tab-end from a sidewalk
He had no money for smoke, he had no lunch. It's good that music is here

Hook x2
Even though he walks those streets, no one can see him
He's needles, he could as well disappear
'Cause if he lives here, it is just for show
He waits patiently until someday it'll all end

* Long live the art - Niech żyje sztuka