Kat - Bez Pamięci

Sometimes he walks through my street
Strange is, that he's alone
For no reason, just as you
His face is raised to the nimbus
To my windows, he screams
- BREAD!

Sometimes she walks through my street
In her hands
Two little ones, like dust
Will sixteen years, mother, have enough strength
When next to you there is no father

Ground into dust
By the people
Venerating horse mill...so that it goes faster
The stones are rolling without a name

Sometimes he walks through my street
A long coat he is wearing
For no reason, just as you
His hand raised to the nimbus
Exchanging money for dreams

They believed, that he'll use magic toys
But the priest entertained himself simply as a doctor
They believed, that he'll use magic toys
But he entertained himself simply as a doctor

Sometimes you hide into your hands, eyes filled with blood
Blood darkened from tears
Which world, rising to nimbus
Gave to those who wait
An old house of glass, for a test