Michał Bajor - Błędny rycerz

People are as they are
People dream of little
they want little, they sleep politely
losers, scared, grey
And I race, and I am chased
by a thought, that indeed something will happen
that the window glistens in the night where
Dulcinea is, my hope
my hope, my hope

It is not true that
the last knight errant has fallen asleep
that his spirit
is standing at Elysian gates
He is still alive
his armour is his own honesty
he threw the sword away
but his honour- honour is the same
He doesn't know sacred peace
and the warm blanket of the dream
His way is shown by jack-o-lantern
at night
And it, it continues to dare
the fate for the duel
honesty for honesty
and stroke for stroke
and stroke for stroke x3

It is not true that
the last knight errant has understood
that it is time to leave
that it doesn't make sense to fight anymore
he is still alive
his armour is his pure conscience
and he believes that
there is somewhere there a window open
and Dulcinea, his hope
his hope, his hope x3

It is not true
that the knight's life has come to an end
that it does not sound at night
of his voice in an adorable song
it is not true because
he can revive in me, in you
to dare the fate
honesty for honesty
and stroke for stroke
stroke for stroke x3