Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Rozmowa

You - the singer, you see the world in black colours;
Still singing only about pyres and graves;
You hang and torture,
Your voice is eternal mourning,
You bear a grudge against walls that they last
But I like this kind of life!

Madame, I enjoy life
in its truth and its illusion;
Man is going to annihilation
However, people don't want to know about it.

That's it, people. Please think, sir
They have enough real gaps,
And the worst is yet to come in a dream.
Everybody has their own sufferings.
You say, that life is a purgatory
But they would love fairy-tales.

Madame, but I am doing it
Telling tales, thought they are sad.
Who would a mysterious man be
Without Grimm brothers' cruel truth?

That's it, the truth. What are you asking about, sir?
Lack of doubts is strange to you.
You sing what you've read,
You've just simplified the world into a book
playing when universe is disintegrating.
You deny human love.

Madame, I'm trying to suffer
You can ask my wife and my children.
I love. Love - an old book -
which is worth recommending to God.

That's it, God. You are not fond of God, sir.
But you say you are still seeking him.
One can got lost in your fears,
Fathoming your art is a real challenge,
You argue with the fate publicly.
What is the lesson for us?

Madame, please do not wait
for teachings, thesis and conclusions.
I am one of human beings
And it means that I am of devil, of purgatory and of God!