Mateusz Krautwurst - Gdzieś pomiędzy

Between the sound of a loneliness and me
There's a lost time in this silence
I think there won't be any upcoming knowledge
So many things define us
I'm drowning in a sweet oblivion
I want to believe that my fate will change everything
I'm next to your mouth's silence
Without any words, we're so blissfully lost

This trap of banality is lurking somewhere between a day and a day
Like a plain riposte when the prose of life hurts you
I want to run away to where the freedom is a real and a rational idea
Here the understanding of a feminine soul in a constant fight with a male ego
With my ego, with male ego, with our ego, with my ego

Alright, I'm asking what about the art, I'm asking what about people and their science
These days he and his diploma are popular
She has a pocket with a condom in her bag
He is smoking but he looks for skins
She's lying to him that she takes the pills
We know well what this scene is going to end like
The real love's good fortune won't create a club
Where are these academies from? They're such pieces of trash
You'll buy a paper right there like in coma starter
I'm pissed off coming to realize that soon you'll manage to get some education in a snack shop
Also the words mean much less, it's more important how many zeros are there on your account
No matter what you do, when you make a pile, if you beat somebody up, if you steal or you wade through that muck
If you were or you'll be or you are someone, no matter how if you come with something
What are friendship and a word "dad"? Some of them see their child once in two years
Nowadays it's jack which runs humans' brains
Maybe you have pounds but you lost your pride
So what? You'll buy the next car? It was really worth it for just four wheels?
You go to work reluctantly everyday
And you'll fuck up your car on the first bend
You're tired of the toil, escape, distress
Where's your family? What's that face?
Pull it together, man and don't chicken out because you're groaning like a little lady
Irena? Maybe Irena. Introducing oneself in a group is a one, huge wind-up
Nobody remembers what anyone's name is
Individuality dies in every mob
I've been in programs full of various people
Not everyone gave a damn to intoduce us to each other
Well, more often it was a first name plus the name of a program to mix us in a mash interrupted by the commercial
Let's say a word about mothers, various mothers who wanted to go away, there's quite a lot of them
Because someone had a better cart or had a faster mode
More money and a better status
So they were fucking running in a rush to a city hall to get divorced
A child like a commodity, from hand to hand for maintenance on time, a SMS with a word "thanks"
And one more thing, at the end of a month "do you remember about the money transfer?", this lust for money

We're stuck in this shit up to our ears and heads
I sometimes don't know how to start a conversation myself
I'm ashamed of people on the first meeting but I'm myself
And a sentence after sentence
I defeat myself and my fears 'cause a child in a pre-school didn't want to give me his hand
I have a scar on it and that was the reason but I more often put the ice bladders on my heart, not my hand

Between the sound of a loneliness and me
There's a lost time in this silence
I think there won't be any upcoming knowledge
So many things define us
I'm drowning in a sweet oblivion
I want to believe that my fate will change everything
I'm next to your mouth's silence
Without any words, we're so blissfully lost