Perfect - Nie płacz Ewka

Don’t cry, Ewka, there’s no room for your womanly tears
Love is sweeping through the streets, the wind among shattered glass
Look, beautiful poets, the meaning of truth is squandered in games
In half-litre bottles, they send SOS signals to the world

Goodbye, I know
I won’t solve all the urgent matters
I’m going alone, just where I’m awaited

There, I have a few friends from years ago
For them, I always sing, for them, I play
Once again, goodbye, we won’t meet again

The prose of life is the executioner of friendship, a thin thread snaps
The TV, the furniture, a little Fiat – this is the peak of dreams
Hey, my prophets from angry years, you’re getting fat
You’ve already fallen into the claws of money, betrayal flows from your lips

Goodbye, I know
I won’t solve all the urgent matters
I’m going alone, just where I’m awaited

There, I have a few friends from years ago
For them, I always sing, for them, I play
Once again, goodbye, we won’t meet again

Goodbye, I know
I won’t solve all the urgent matters
I’m going alone, just where I’m awaited

There, I have a few friends from years ago
For them, I always sing, for them, I play
Once again, goodbye, we won’t meet again