Kortez - Pocztówka z Kosmosu

They've been calling since the very morning, saying that I have a flight at night
That it's very urgent and I'm the one they want.
The rocket is awaiting, they need a man
A man with a guitar - that's all I have.
They gave me a pearl-white spacesuit
With capacious bottle with the inscription "oxygen" on it
They put me in a cabin and counted to "three"
And I'm flying into space, and you are down there

You are waiting, you are waiting
You are waiting, you are waiting...

I was peeing in bags and eating like a dog
And the experiment was dragging out
My only joy was a space "gig"
That's how I called it, opening the doors

On the orbit the sound pierced nothingness,
The guitar fretboard was my anchor, on the bottom
And though the world below was a joke
In this anthill, there, far below

You are waiting, you are waiting
You are waiting, you are waiting...

I have no way anymore
To land and touch the ground
They have forgotten about me:
Those who gave the oxygen and send me away

And though the world below was a joke
In this anthill, there, far below...
You are waiting...