Sokół - Z Tobą

I don't stomach songs about how beautiful it is,
I don't vomit rainbows.
This isn't a pink glittery land,
You know how it is with me around here.
We affect each other so much that our pulse races,
It's not just sex that gives us that.
It's sometimes you stand in my way,
It's not easy.
Sometimes I talk to you affectionately,
Directly, often.
Sometimes I don't speak at all,
I want to be quiet together too, because
I don't like boredom, clichés, templates,
I very much dislike routine, baby.
We'll be unpredictable,
You won't find another like me.
Look, we can strip the world in poker with one hand,
Laugh at problems,
Standing face to face, so gently.
Fear runs away from us,
We're together like Kevlar,
Like Teflon, nothing sticks.
It rolls off us like a crappy past,
Even when you clog the shower with your hair,
Or I wait for eternity,
Even when you hide my things,
Where no one will find them, and they’ll disappear.
You call when I'm making a transfer from my mobile,
Eating, or writing a text—it doesn't matter.
The dog sticks his snout from the back seats,
Riding with us against the wind.

I write rap in a bobsleigh in Shangri-La,
You take cash out of the pillow, Maison Margiela.
I wouldn't be empty even if empty here with you,
Clyde, bring us Bonnie,
You have no shot at a foursome.
You drive a BMW under an umbrella,
I sit next to you in convertibles, Jimmy Choo.
Even naked and bare, I'd be myself with you,
Because even joints underwater, I can light,
With you.

We set limits for ourselves here,
No other limits.
Life has to be enjoyed,
Without choking on it.
Think, how can they tell us what to do
When they live off of Excel sheets?
How can you, passing by life daily,
Bitch about goals?
We, we’re off to listen to the sound of another ocean,
They, will wake up another time identically and want to judge us.
We sleep in roadside motels,
We sleep in the most expensive hotels,
We steal life with handfuls,
Screwing on rooftops and in wild streams.
Price doesn't matter,
Today I count this dough by the centimeter,
And if it comes to drowning in problems,
No one vanishes like David Copperfield.
And even when you think the last word
Is a Joker on arguments,
When you're a damned queen,
And my outfit doesn't match your dress,
Even when you mix up directions,
Mix up surnames,
Mix up songs,
Not in this hospital,
Not for this disease and didn't die—
Not those patients.
You catch thousands of details while flying and millions of little suggestions.
Let's go!
Those who don't live—are dead,
Those who woke up aren't asleep.

I write rap in a bobsleigh in Shangri-La,
You take cash out of the pillow, Maison Margiela.
I wouldn't be empty even if empty here with you,
Clyde, bring us Bonnie,
You have no shot at a foursome.
You drive a BMW under an umbrella,
I sit next to you in convertibles, Jimmy Choo.
Even naked and bare, I'd be myself with you,
Because even joints underwater, I can light,
With you.

I write rap in a bobsleigh in Shangri-La,
You take the cash out of the pillow, Maison Margiela.
I wouldn't be empty even if empty here with you,
Clyde, bring us Bonnie,
You have no shot at a foursome.
You drive a BMW under an umbrella,
I sit next to you in convertibles, Jimmy Choo.
Even naked and bare, I'd be myself with you,
Because even joints underwater, I can light,
With you!