Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Bal u Pana Boga

On the banquet of Lord Almighty
Everything flows and plays, smells and shines
The ceiling of the firmament is studded with stars
And in the glass parquets it sparkles with the galaxy.
Tables full of masterpieces of the creation
Profusion of fish, meat, fruits and bread
Lips smile, palates tremble
And being a servant of Heavens is appreciated

And God himself between the servants if he could, he would sing
That the madness will last, the world was born, so he pours
And gladly creates order of white robes and halos.

Someone did not drink to the brightness
Looked down on the parquet
Where in silence of the stars
Under the sky Earth slowly emerges
A thought forms
And demands words, and here
Meanwhile

On the banquet wide smiles
And between the walls white fluff spins
No one stands sidearms to anyone
And it is so dense from words, the weightless words.
Whilst the creator is already gone , but indeed
He left us the table, the parquet and the world.
In which world it would be greater for us
If here the eternal order waits for us.

So far believe in what eyes will tell us
It is no shame to praise the being once the dawn surrounded us.

Someone of us does not think like that
He does not say anything, he does not relish the being
Caviar made him sick or maybe he could not hold his drink?
He looks down, on the parquet he carves a sign
By which...

On the banquet careful glances
It becomes important who and where stands
Out of nowhere godless thoughts
Around the halos they flit whether you want it or not

End of the dream, because the peace here will be no more
So again, mayhem of heads chaos paranoia of words
And fear, because the peace here will be no more
So fear, because the peace here will be no more...