Kali - Piękny ból

Verse 1:

He was wearing him inside, he forgot since when,
He suppressed him and the frigid embraces of poverty,
The eyes hungry, he had weird ones like Benedict XVI,
In them from behind the curtain of laughter the depth of the mask of his soul,
Bitter type, of the scenarios and who will write the 'happy end',
The blood drips down from the articles, Kali Happysad,
And like that he strolled, did not feel anything but hate
Dead spectator, not only him,
Waited for hell, not heaven, Satan whispers past his shoulder,
Fuck 997, thoroughly fuck the entire world,
You whores, I don't understand myself from where that in me,
Better step out of my way, for until I am still good, or you won't kneel down,
I surround myself, I am dying since the day you've left me,
I was pronouncing your own name there between the abysses,
The only thing I know is the salt in my wounds,
That sweet pain, that beautiful pain

Chorus :

When in your heart the darkness of visitation,
And like that the thorn of love pricks,
And already the toxic air suffocates,
And no one from the nightmare will wake you,
When the dawn arises,
When the pain dissipates like a bad dream,
Away from the energetic hyenas,
and no one will feel sorrow anymore.

Verse 2:

Once she was beautiful, brisk womanly summer,
A natural pearl, a grace of a million roses,
A heart like a planet and a predator appeared,
He looked so innocent, like poisonous ivy,
Affection like a knife cut her heart,
When he was turning the key, she was turning over in agony,
After he returns will he already kiss or break her hands,
Will she end up on a bed in satin, or in the ambulance,
Time flows like liquid in the battered kidney,
Poured tears laid the stamp of guilt,
Why won't anyone do anything? Won't save this girl?
Bastards under anesthetic, everyone takes care of their own happiness,
Jesus change, woman, change, I beg you,
You're worth millions, he of affection provides pennies,
She didn't want to listen, the demon was her king,
That sweet pain, that beautiful pain

Chorus :

When in your heart the darkness of visitation,
And like that the thorn of love pricks,
And already the toxic air suffocates,
And no one from the nightmare will wake you,
When the dawn arises,
When the pain dissipates like a bad dream,
Away from the energetic hyenas,
and no one will feel sorrow anymore.

Verse 3:

Since the day of beginning, he knew what it means to be different,
Although to God's ghost guilty,
He upkeeped the burden on his path to the grave,
He was strong, you don't even know how strong,
Since every day he was fighting back against the parasite that ate him,
People do not manage, people like to complain,
People are able to cry over a spilt glass of milk,
Where the hand of God is, every day is suffering,
Our problems are a joke, think how a handicap suffers,
Through the room, he peeked, weak like a stone,
He felt her pain when that loser dislodged her shoulder,
To stand up at least once, and to write out the justice for the cat,
And to sit down again on his quarter (*), but with the thought, that he finally liberated his mother,
He dreamt about the day that he himself frees himself,
Every day the sorrow coldened him, he lived for the heat of her palms,
Sometimes it hurts, but what would he be feeling,
If not for that sweet pain, that beautiful pain

Chorus :

When in your heart the darkness of visitation,
And like that the thorn of love pricks,
And already the toxic air suffocates,
And no one from the nightmare will wake you,
When the dawn arises,
When the pain dissipates like a bad dream,
Away from the energetic hyenas,
and no one will feel sorrow anymore.

* ćwiara, a colloquial way to refer to the slang term 'Ćwiarta' which resembles the Polish word for Quarter, in this case, meaning the quarter of a century or 25 years of punishment in prison.