Krzysztof Klenczon - Ludzie wśród ludzi

They wake up when the early dawn beats the rhythm of hours
People, people among people
They run down three stairs, dividing the night and day in half
People, people among people

Then under the roofs of cities, they hold time in their hands
People, people among people
And tired from a heavy day, they find themselves in silence
People, people among people

They don't know how to hurt with words from clenched lips
They fall silent when the park echoes with the scream of birds
They know different faces of events, different meanings of truth
But no one can convince them that somewhere it's more beautiful

They think of blooming elder, they dream and fall in love
People, people among people
They have hundreds of their own affairs, they see the world in thousands of colors
People, people among people

They know joy, tears, and pain, they say "our" and never "mine"
People, people among people
They don't have to hide their mistakes because they are still learning to live
People, people among people

Mm-mm-mm-mm...