Elektryczne Gitary - To koniec

This is the end, there’s nothing left
We are free, we can go
This is the end, we can go
We are free, because there’s nothing left

This is the end, there’s nothing left
We are free, we can go
This is the end, we can go
We are free, because there’s nothing left

A little bug in its hole like a professor at his desk
And a bee on flowers like a ticket inspector on trams
It fiddles and pokes, writes, invents
Goes around, dirties, cleans

And a little bush by the road and a brother at the machine
Like a foot in a sock, a seller in the canteen
A little stone in the field and a guard on duty
The fridge still cools, the stove still burns

But why, but why does it poke and poke
And for what, and for what does it think and pick
And it tries so hard and speaks from the screen
And rambles for years, evening and morning…

This is the end (this is the end)
There’s nothing left (there’s nothing left)
We are free (we are free)
We can go (we can go)

This is the end (this is the end)
We can go (we can go)
We are free (we are free)
Because there’s nothing left (because there’s nothing left)
There’s nothing left, nothing, nothing, nothing