Jacek Kaczmarski - Postmodernizm

Everything’s allowed! Let your soul run wild!
Don’t force yourself into anything!
Don’t worry about a thing, ever!
Don’t set yourself any limits!

And don’t try to understand
“Having” doesn’t come from “knowing how”
You can believe or not believe
It doesn’t make any difference

Don’t set yourself tasks —
Those who never climbed won’t fall
And those who aim for the peak —
Will be falling their whole lives

You can’t afford the luxury of worry
After all, you’re a divine creation
And since there is no God
That’s all there is to say about it

All fashions, all styles
Are equally beautiful — that’s all
Or, if you prefer, equally ugly —
The consequences are the same

Admiration’s worth the same as disdain
A noose is worth the same as a ribbon
Truth is worth the same as its absence
Lack of taste — the same as taste

Because, in the end, it’s all about
Proving absolutely nothing
Not forging utopian shields
And not breaking lances over them

Don’t plan and don’t dream
Whatever happens — happens
Don’t know good, don’t know evil
It’s a game — and only a game!

If someone’s outraged, saying it’s not so
Let them be outraged! — You just laugh!
Don’t let yourself get stirred or moved
Everything’s allowed! Let your soul run wild!
Everything’s allowed! Let your soul run wild!
Everything’s allowed! Let your soul run wild!

— Oh, but many things aren’t allowed
When the goal is — to have no goal…
Especially if there’s no soul —
And that’s all there is to say about it