Taco Hemingway - Plac trzech krzyży

Verse 1

I got my sweatshirt back, but at what cost?
I ran off the set and then went down the road at the crossroads
On Agrykola, I wanted to stand under the streetlamp shade
It was supposed to shine, like when I was a little boy
My notebook is bleeding, and the pen was a firearm
It's time to crown the execution with an honorary salute
I tried to mask the crime in the black of night
But even the moon looked at me with disdain tonight

An old fine hangs in the apartment, I'll explain it someday
Years go by, life wants to sing us new tales
Though you still remember the old songs vividly
And whoever doesn't drink with us should sleep under the table
When we're looking into the bottom of the glass on nights without lovers
The thick bottom like the glasses of our preschool teachers
District masters at pouring tears into glasses
We don't sleep before morning appears

Neon signs buzz, advertising 24-hour shops
Pharmacies, liquor stores, and funeral homes
So please tell me, treat this as a night confession
Where did that promising young man go?
You wanted a marital bed, not a camp bed
Half a liter of vodka, because you lost your other half
A decade ago, who? Just some red-haired person
Those were old times altogether, more for a longer conversation
But farewell with God

Chorus

We say farewell with God, though there's no God in this city
Crazy one, farewell with God
The last meeting, the last Sunday
But farewell with God
We say farewell with God, though there's no God in this city
Buddy, farewell with God
New decade, new film, new scene, it was like that

Verse 2

I tried to shroud my phobias in thick smoke
I left the house, it ended in violence
I admit, without beating, that night I bonded with a bottle
It was a euphemism, frankly, I got terribly drunk
And it doesn't matter if it was beer, vodka, gin
Or a fancy drink with a pizzaiolo, or a carafe of wine
What mattered was that I waded in melancholy like Lars von Trier (Who?)

Because something enraged me, young people call it a trigger
I don't look for scandals, don't listen to gossip
I don't call the cops when at the neighbor's a hammer hits at eleven again
I don’t take pictures when standing in the gate
By 19, 115, although the guy annoys me
And the city keeps murmuring, I'll finish you off today
Behind every car's mat, my wanted posters

Hell will soon consume us, how ironic
The Savior's church on the square is still under renovation
So when you pray, the Holy Trinity doesn't hear you
I feel like screaming, in Warsaw, no one will sleep
In silence, history seeps until the Trinity ends up in a coffin
And then the name Plac Trzech Krzyży will sound even gloomier

Chorus

We say farewell with God, though there's no God in this city
Crazy one, farewell with God
The last meeting, the last Sunday
But farewell with God
We say farewell with God, though there's no God in this city
Buddy, farewell with God
New decade, new film, new scene, it was like that

Verse 3

I got my sweatshirt back, but was it worth it?
I'm getting lost in it myself, because I don't know what's true anymore
The whole story started just a week ago
When at the venue, I found myself under the dark star again