Fisz - Polepiony

I consist of inconsistent parts, denying one another
One says „I want to get out”, the other says “I’m staying”
I know it’s tiring not only for me, but also for those who are with me
They say “ I cannot stand your whims and changes” - they're probably right
Because there’s an orchestra in me, which cannot manage to play together
One part is pleased, taking all changes with humility
Second replies: “F*** it, I can’t keep up, I'm getting off ”
So sometimes it happens that I don’t know what I want
One part says ”It’s so good”, the other “It’s so bad”
So many contradictory thoughts, it’s time to sew and cut what’s wrong like a surgeon cuts an appendix
Sometimes I look at my hands, the left young, as if always well-rested
The right wrinkled, sweated and always tensed
Like situations in which anger comes out because it wins with this second side
At that time I speak words that hurt...

CHORUS
She says: “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll glue and stick this in one,
I have to tear partly here, I have to sew here, so that you could live in me since now" x2

So I am one or is there two of me
I’m talking to myself, sitting on the couch, and there’s no thread of understanding
Now I know why my face changes so fast
There’s two of us, two or three?
Because just like dates in the calendar, that's how fast my mood changes
You're asking: ‘What’s up? What’s up?”
And I have to be composed anew piece by piece just like blocks,
sew altogether because for the time being I want to put my legs on the table
And do nothing and just wait till the second part brings me shopping
But I cannot torn myself up even if I wanted to so much
One part wants to lie the second induces me to get up
One wants to sleep the other does everything so that I'd be afraid of the night
Someone told me yesterday that they saw me in the city, that I was talking to myself,
I answer that I let different sounds out of my mug
First I say “I’m going there” and then “No no, I’m not going, I've had enough”

CHORUS
She says: “Make yourself comfortable I’ll glue and stick in one,
I have to tear partly here, I have to sew here, so that you could live in me since now” x2

So many contradictory sentences which deny one another
I speak out in such short time
You’ll never know what I think observing my mimical facial movements, it won't tell you nothing, nothing, tell you nothing
There’s two of me, maybe three, only you can help that
Compose me piece by piece, compose me, please
Because divided in pieces I’m good for nothing
Compose like a child composes Lego bricks together
First to the second, the second to the third, and then I’ll sit comfortably in an armchair, putting my legs on the table
And reliably conglomerated so that there would never be such force that would divide me in two again
I’ll feel like a new man, like refined from accusation, reconciled with myself
I’ll stand before you, just like that, from head to toe conglomerated by you
I won’t change so compose me, and I'll put down my roots in you

CHORUS
She says: “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll glue and stick in one,
I have to tear partly here, I have to sew here, so that you could live in me since now” x2