Muchy - 21 dni

I stand on the balcony, I have rusty hands, darling
You gave me precious September days
Those when you don't want to exist, those when you don't want to exist
Speak quieter, or better yet, say nothing at all

Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling
Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling

This end is weak, you have dirty, cold hands, darling
21 days, wrong style and shame
Loudly closed doors, tightly closed doors
Say nothing, better say nothing at all

Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling
Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling

Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling
Remember what, remember what you promised me, darling