Małpa - Mógłbym

I could write a million lines of how I suffer
Then shout out to each of you in the face at a concert
Cursing louder and more often
Or go without saying anything more
I could account for every one of you for the rape of emotions
Or turn it into a joke and hide despair
When the time is killing us, and only the scars on elbows
Changing me from a man in a boy
I could no longer pretend that somehow I cope without her
And begin to believe that we will be together in heaven
Feel safe dreaming or, for example,
Will never fall asleep
I could deceivel myself, and live just for a while
Like I had everything I ever dreamed
Or suddenly feel relieved, going beyond the block
And finally destroy this temple
I could get rid of unscrupulous contempt for the existence
And for the rest of life fighting with my conscience
First, believe in the characters and gain hope
And then lose faith in their meaning
I could try to cover up the pain, pulling from pocket a few
Smiles that once already you tried to unstick
Somewhere in the midst of a few hundred of my face
Or wait to see what happens
I could not believe in fate, and suddenly become passive
Hope that the music will make me immortal
Or, grab the microphone and not thinking about the cost
Go on stage and remain on it
I could bear witness kneeling down in the confessional
And whipping up for all the broken commandments
Or pour booze each lasting drama
And before her fall on the knees