Kabaret Moralnego Niepokoju - Żal

In my heart, besides blood.
A few ventricles, and several chambers
There is also regret, irreparable.
That regret is inconsolable
But a regret in the heart, that['s the end
It is like sand poured into an engine
It is like a stick stuck between the sprockets
It is like a hat in the chimney
It smokes, and smokes, and smokes
Smokes and smokes terribly that smoke
And I know not what to do with that regret
So, please, doctor, please help, I beg you
Since I do not know how to deal with it.

And whence it came
I also know not
Perhaps it is a sudden remembrance
A word, a song, a joke, a deja vu
Perhaps it is some dream I've dreamed
Recently, I dream so much
And perhaps it is love that sometimes erupts
A volcano which heaves heat into the skies
Perhaps it is an unrequitted love
that grief won't console
And it will glow, will glow and glow
And glow and glow darkly will this grief
So, please, doctor, please help, I beg you
Before it will
Burn completely out
That fireproof heart

But you only heal colds with syrup
Since you know only how to write out prescriptions
And do you know what to do with that whisper
With that voice that constantly whispers
About what once was
And will never return again
Won't return again, won't return
If only that whisper would subside
If it would only subside..