Kayah - Na paluszkach

Will the world die a little when I die?
I watch, I watch as the foxy-collar clad world carries on.
I have never thought of myself as one of the hairs in its fur.
I would always be here, it'd be there.
That said, it's nice to think the world will die a little when i die.

A drop at the bottom of the human ocean,
a life or a day,
what am I to you?
Would you like to stop me
in this rush today,
so I manage to tell you everything on time?

We pass by not making a sound on tippy toes,
as if the world wasn't supposed to hear us.
Sighs upon the bridge, singing and noise of the talk,
and laughter, and weeping turn into silence by now.

Though so many notes want to believe a miracle happened here,
if it didn't, forgive then.
Would you like to stop me
in this rush today,
so I manage to sing it all out to you on time?

We pass by not making a sound on tippy toes,
as if the world wasn't supposed to hear us.
Sighs upon the bridge, singing and noise of the talk,
and laughter, and weeping turn into silence again.

We pass by not making a sound on tippy toes,
as if the world wasn't supposed to hear us.
Sighs upon the bridge, singing and noise of the talk,
and laughter, and weeping turn into...