Taco Hemingway - Deszcz na Betonie

I'm coming back by express to Warsaw
I left her in a hotel
saying "I gotta go, cause I have things to do"
Every problem I had has expired already
I'm coming back to music, if it's still meant for me, oh
Year & a half and my PESEL**** still known by you, ha
Everyone around always claptrap
You asked where is Fifi
He was hidden on the shore
I spent whole summer licking marble wounds.
In my head two different worlds clashing
I want to be off mainstream but Im tempted by platines
On one hand I'd like to be moved while writing
raps again
at the other I'd like to make money and feel nothing besides.
I came up with a new project
That will rout writer's block
And will rout wall in head
But right now I'm sitting in Wars* drinking trains poor coffe
Worrying that I'll never forget the scent of your skin

[refrain]
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly like Hejnał Mariacki**
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly li...

Lovers want pathos
I'm trying to stay mundane and have a way for this
I won't tell you that your presence is like gift from fortune
or a lark's singing, or f*cking lotous flower
(rather like) Smell of good coffe after morning,
Short sleeve on a summer day, smell of grass being cut
Full gas tank, empty road, green lights in a row
Song of an unacknowledged band of yours on the radio
(you're like) Unexpected tax giveback
Long weekend for those drunk in corporation world
When everyone around sounds nohow
drink your voice
Like the noise of a vinyl record in the morning
The sound of downpour hitting the concrete
It patters on the windshields, when you fall asleep alone or with a woman
When you wake up during twilight, you feel unsecure for a while,
Grab your coat, everything's here
wallet, keys, phone

[refrain]
And her hair smells like the last days of vacation
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly like Hejnał Mariacki**
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly li...


Express train heads to its stop
Centre of Warsaw, no one waits for me on the station
Incognito without my facial hair
Don't look for me on the internet, there's rather no posts
My words always humble, there's rather no decorations
My good intentions, there's rather no spikes
Life changed since I started singing polish
Now I must run, see you on Wosk***

[refrain]
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly like Hejnał Mariacki**
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
Rain on concrete, rain on concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of vacation
(like the last days)
What do I need this train for, since you're not on the station
And the melody stops suddenly li...



* Wars - polish name for a train vagon with a cafeteria
** Hejnał Mariacki - special piece of music played on a trumpet in Cracow from Mariacki's Church at 12 a.m. daily. It stops suddenly, because as the legend says, the trumpeter got shot in his throat by tatars during his performance.
***Wosk (eng. Wax) - next single of Taco. It's also meaning "vinyl"
****PESEL - the national identification number used in Poland

[Extra verse from album "Marmur" - Deszcz na betonie (?)]

The express train enters its platform
Found view isn't full of hope
I ask my passenger: "Dude, is it Warsaw for sure?"
He shrugs, we get out of the train together
"How long have we been in Marble?" - I ask, "Dunno, a month"
I shout: "Hello", look for people but I don't know where they are
We go up to the streets my hand are shaking again
Reflection in newsstand, thick wrinkles shine on the eyelid
I look like I was 70 years old
I go jauntily towards the Vistula
Instead of Vistula I see skyscrapers, they rise up so courageously
I hope someone will go out of the building
Then a quite extortionate stun hits me
I've been living in slowdown because of neurotic predispositions
But life seems to have been a bit faster