Grzegorz Turnau - Naprawdę nie dzieje się nic

Tłumaczenie:

Whether you'll utter a polished sentence,
or write a wise book,
in your head you'll always have
the same emptiness and silence.

A word is a cold breeze
of a sudden wind in space;
it may refresh you, but
won't help you get anywhere.

You may be deceived by the crowd streaming along the streets,
by a vodka drunk in a park or the sunset,
but remember: in truth, nothing is happening
and nothing will happen - till the end.

Whether you'll utter a full sentence,
or write a wise book,
in your head you'll always have
the same emptiness and silence.

Trust only the interweaving of lips,
the incomprehensible babblings,
the gestures hanging in the void,
imperfect.

You may be deceived by the crowd streaming along the streets,
by a vodka drunk in a park or the sunset,
but remember: in truth, nothing is happening
and nothing will happen - till the end.