Jacek Kaczmarski - A my nie chcemy uciekać stąd

Our big house is on fire
The smoke is roping through the corridors
It is a deep, truly black night
Burning rats are escaping the basements

I scream through the window press my brow against the glass
Crack the heat with a gulp of air
The one that hears me thinks of me as a madman
Shouts "what else are you dreaming of,psycho"

So i grab the bars, heated to whiteness
I see my face, my face in curses
Nearby, a neighbour looks curiously
At his strait jacket burning on him

Smoke in the keyhole and the doors with no handles
The plaster is splitting along the sweaty wall
I put my tounge into the sweltering lock
Someone behind me laughs like he's deranged

But most still sleep, smilling through their dreams
And the one that wakes does not believe in awakening
A scream does not know an ec ho inthese soundproofed rooms
On the grids of beds the terror is silent

The ones bounded by the smoke of the mattresses
Are prophesying their lives words
Beneath our feet the embers of the floor
The raid of red sparks settles on our heads

Smoke is getting denser, a stranger breaks in
And us, squeezed in the furthest corner of the room
"This way!" he shouts,
"Damn you!"
And we do not want to run away from here!

And we do not want to run away from here
We scream in frenzy of rage and humility
Our big house is on fire!
The house for the mentally and nervously ill!