Skor - Lustro (prod. Mihtal)

Today I consist of a million elements,
I've scattered here a bit by accident,
though they said, "Sometimes you have to help luck" -
- I didn't listen, didn't listen, didn't listen.
Sometimes I feel strange vibrations at the epicenter.
Where the soul meets my body,
then it flows together with a drop of ink,
blue like those forget-me-not petals.
Strange thoughts,
strange highs,
everything is strange.
I recognize certain patterns in this chaos.
Put me together again before I disappear,
and evil spirits suddenly claw into me
and break into atoms what's left,
a master's stroke vision poured onto canvas,
and you'll never piece me back together here,
and I'll remain shattered like that mirror...
Or maybe it's not too late yet?

Find all my pieces and glue them,
but be careful, because these shards are sharp.
You might wound your fragile memories
and scarlet drops will fall into the darkness.
How fleeting stability can feel,
always balancing on a line as a runaway.
A continuous fight with my fear of heights,
falling, I'll probably scream your name.
How much do I owe the world for my presence?
I have 3.50 zlotys here and half a pack of cigarettes.
Put my fragments back together again,
because shattered I don't feel the debt.
There are no miracles, no miracles, no miracles,
there are deadlines and targets - new deities.
You piece me together with the most beautiful feeling,
because I lie here shattered like that mirror...
Or maybe it's not too late yet?

One blow to destroy the glass surface.
One blow to shatter the reflection.
One blow to separate forever
the pieces of the puzzle called life.
One blow for the mysterious and enchanted mirror
to crack in the blink of an eye,
and for evil pasts to shatter me forever,
or maybe it's not too late yet?!