Krzysztof Zalewski - Zboża

Tłumaczenie:

Average pace and Wednesday every day,
it's cold again from the sea
The contrast is fading and getting shorter
I see fewer and fewer people

Average pace and Wednesday every day,
fire is blowing from the sky again
You dream of a flash and the horses rush,
something you can't hide from

Let me in, change my bad day
With you I feel like in a mirror
Smell for five, pictures louder
And purple touching
and sounds about you

Variable pace when it's too close
whose hair is grain-colored
You dream of a flash and the horses rush,
something you can't hide from

If I could believe in cash, communism, Koran
Perhaps I would forget about
whose hair is grain-colored

Let me in, change my bad day
With you I feel like in a mirror
Let me in and although December
With you, I believe we will not die
never almost