Ich troje - Błędne wojenne rozkazy

I’m becoming too judicious
I speak chaotic language
I outline poisonous borderlines
As unstable as a mist, I’m falling down

I cross your poems out of my memory,
Fainting (sung: yelling) apparitions in your words
I’ve been turning pages in the notebook
I reveal them to others consciously

[instrumental for 20 s]

The chill, boring towards the truth, torments
The edges of those written pages,
(which are) Untouched by the moment of fatigue
And taken by the lie of inspiration

A virgin among sweet webs
Has fallen asleep, is blooming under a rainbow,
Next to the crying birch;
She’s not afraid of me and isn’t yelling…

Chorus:

Wrong war orders
I don’t bore, I don’t listen to, it’s not worth it
Alarm, chase and mayhem
Will be triggered by me with one card!

I don’t trust her who shivers with cold,
Her who is starving - and green clouds
And those who fall on their faces,
I glance at them eye to eye!

You’re a moth or an angel
Certainly, you’re not a human being
At the end of the world, you’ll surely
Bend over its lid
And from the same sky,
Consciousness will change those lines
Then, there will be no difference
Between that poem - and other poems!

Chorus:

Wrong war orders
I don’t bore, I don’t listen to, it’s not worth it
Alarm, chase and mayhem
Will be triggered by me with one card!

I don’t trust her who shivers with cold,
Her who is starving - and green clouds
And those who fall on their faces,
I glance at them eye to eye!

[key change]

Wrong war orders
I don’t bore, I don’t listen to, it’s not worth it
Alarm, chase and mayhem
Will be triggered by me with one card!

I don’t trust her who shivers with cold,
Her who is starving - and green clouds
And those who fall on their faces,
I glance at them eye to eye!