Pull the wire - Sztuka Przemijania

Tell my friend how I feel today
Tell me how lucky I am
Easy to judge, hard to understand
Black scars of the past hidden under the skin
You don't know anything

The art of passing is to fall and not get up again
Transience is to stop looking for one's place
This is your paradise (your paradise)
Where you don't have to do anything
Like everyone else, you can get stuck in monotony

Cloudy sky under my eyelid
No one is allowed in there, you don't know anything about me
And the horizon for the two of us will always be somewhere else
The horizon, my friend, is always different from yours

The art of passing is to fall and not get up again
Transience is to stop looking for one's place
This is your paradise (your paradise)
Where you don't have to do anything
Like everyone else, you can get stuck in monotony

Circus dogs (circus dogs)
They jump at the crack of the whip (whip)
The most talented dogs can
Jumping without a whip

Circus dogs (circus dogs)
They jump at the crack of the whip (whip)
The most talented dogs can
Jumping without a whip

This is your paradise (your paradise)
The art of transience is
It's your paradise (your paradise)
Transience is
This is your paradise
Just like everyone in monotony
Like everyone else in monotony you can ro