1. Here around the corner, you can buy everything or earn your scythe,
the realm of pitiful creatures, unreconciled with fate,
this man is a novelist, God speaks with his voice,
if you don't want to see, then go away, I'll even carry you out myself,
Here, among the dead souls, the dust settles much more slowly,
you have to get up every morning and forget every evening,
You want to break free again, you're close now, and you know,
that this time it will work, I catch you, and it drags you down.
And when the sun sets and the shine is over,
lead on the ground curses and fallen angels.
A cold wind of sighs and empty eye sockets
will whistle through the windows blackened by ashes.
Lie down, stop believing, try to sleep,
because faith and hope often go out like lanterns.
The future here is an outdated slogan,
in a place where everyone bleeds with their passion.
Chorus:
I opened my eyes again into a thick, sticky darkness,
with tears in my eyes, barely catching my breath,
then, spitting out, I screamed that I know,
as if the day after that night were to be my last day.
2. Here, for the first time, you close your eyes when the windows are closed,
fuck who's the prime minister and who's the president,
the breaths are stale, and the steel cools pleasantly,
those beautiful and ugly, old and young,
those fast ones keep running, and the slow ones sit down,
in front of the cold and death, ordered to hobble,
those who have nothing don't give, those who have, stay away,
the balance will chase you below the average, you'll sink,
The smell of failure is what those who want to drown in coins,
from ass to face, plus a free soul for auction,
without strength and emotions, they let them go like their sight,
against the backdrop of fashionable promotions, they experience this lethargy,
An army of the fallen to the sounds of nocturnes,
among the large records, each of which cracks today,
Shallow breaths during the dirge at the cemetery,
fallen angels whose wings someone has bound.
Chorus:
I opened my eyes again into a thick, sticky darkness,
with tears in my eyes, barely catching my breath,
then, spitting out, I screamed that I know,
as if the day after that night were to be my last day.
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Komentarze (6):
Tylko czy tam nie ma być:
"... bez siły i emocji, puści jak wzrok ich..."?
to pan jest belebrystą Bóg mówi jego głosem..."
"...Tu pośród martwych dusz kurz opada wiele wolniej
co rano trzeba wstać, a co wieczór zapomnieć..."
"...A kiedy zajdzie słońce i skończy błyszczeć ołów
na ziemi przekleństw i upadłych aniołów...." tam nie ma ziomów...
"...Poczułem na szyi jej głos delikatny jak len
to był tylko zły sen..."
"...oddechy są zatęchłe a stal przyjemnie chłodzi "
"...przed chłodem i śmiercią poleconym przychodzi zajob.."
"...Samo pogonią, ci poniżej średniej są po nią..."
"...By wśród wielkich płyt, która każda dzis pęka..."
"...bez siły i emocji puści ich jak wzroki..."
Ogólnie, w ch*j błędów.