Kły - Kłysica

We are heading up the mountains, into the raging wilderness
To face the white madness, to see how much each of us is worth

Above us, the moon; beneath our feet, the rocks
Wrapped in winter's shroud carried by the wind

Once you set foot on the trail, there is no turning back, the echo of these words ringing in your head
Breath slows down, will freezes, cold seeps into the body
And our eyes tear up, tears freezing, blood no longer flows, turned into ice
With each step so uncertain, teetering on the edge of collapse, you keep going, you know where the goal lies

We are heading towards where the air is
We are heading towards where the space is open
We are heading towards where the mountains peak
We are heading there, our destination - Kłysica

There the air is, the space is open
There the mountains peak - Kłysica

But white pierces us, white pierces us
But white fills us, white fills us
But white consumes us, white consumes us

Fatigue in the head sows fear
Your peak is too distant
Fall, this is the end

Yet something compels us to go. Forward, keep moving forward
Step by step you see the peak and reach it, then nothing else matters