Natalia Przybysz - Cienie

Paint my portrait with a burnt piece of wood
Light is the whiteness of paper, I'm certain of the light
I think that all art lies in the tenderness for shadows
For the traces and wounds of the past that no one can change today

Only your lips, only your hands
Can smooth the waves on turbulent water
Only your lips, only your hands
Have access to the mirror, they know my shadows

With the blink of an eye, you look cold like a lizard
I want to hide what you're truly searching for in the warm light of the lamps
The glimmer of the stars bores you, and you prefer the crevices of the night
So you ask me for a long time about dark-circled eyes

In the red void of darkness, you'll develop a photo like a spirit
You'll see a negative, a photosensitive substance

Only your lips, only your hands
Can smooth the waves on turbulent water
Only your lips, only your hands
Have access to the mirror, they know my shadows
My shadows