Zbigniew Wodecki - Sobą być

To be yourself
Like a word is a word, a face is a face, a joke is a joke
Not to divide truths in half
Not to deny them before the third rooster
And to throw the least words at the mighty's feet on the wind
To walk a road out of the simplest roads
But what use we have of it today?

To be yourself
Like a tree is a rustle, the night is a wolf, a wolf is the night
To dash like this through words on your own
And to scare your own dreams away with a scream
Because no one will ever write other truths on the walls
A pathetic penny of the month shines
But what use we have of it today?

We pay Eve's sin off, her bad taste
We count Adam's dues for the gesture beyond his means

Because no one will ever write other truths on the walls
A pathetic penny of the month shines
But what use we have of it today?

We pay someone's sin off, with no cards
We count on a new joke from fate

We pay Eve's sin off, her bad taste
We count Adam's dues for the gesture

We pay someone's sin off, with no cards
We count on a joke from fate, a new joke*

*alternative version:
We pay for what is already off behind the mist
We count on those who are and want to be themselves