Kat - Trzeba zasnąć

I roam like a polar wolf
- In a wolf's soul call
What to fear in the hothouse of the pack?
- The sharp fangs of the gods of unfulfillment
Eyes that extinguish everything
All the flame of the mouth

When I need to sleep
- The owl's tender sleep
Naked and full of the phenomena of love
I can go down to hell in it
A word turns into a thing
- I miss your words

The wolf is circling, an ancient dance
- A hungry animal
Proud
With his fangs
Who are you?
And who shall know you?

- Have you fought once?
Did you ever win?

A dwarf paints the world
In snowy lace
A dream paints you
...And where the tears hang
Time to play... dog bone
Time to drink

[TWO EXTRA STANZAS FROM THE "BUK -AKUSTYCZNIE"]
In the valley of sleep the dead white
On the mountain slopes the beeches cut
I throw fire on silicon
And with a blade the smoke cut my eyes
It flew into the forest

Migrating birds, black in their crosses
And I cut the night by the fire
Sparks in my loins, breast against breast
And all burns as a pile
A charred dawn