Perfect - Dobre dni

The first time I was walking my way
I struggled to see the end of the road
I only had my voice and carried it inside me
To shout out all of my pain

Now I see through the dust of memories
That good days came from nasty days
I'm still silent at the top of my lungs
Silent about what hurt me till I bled

When the crowd in front of the enormous stage
Could shout out the pain for the first time
It was floating above the crowd, I hid it inside me
To keep it from the bombarding applause

Now I'm shouting through the soaring dust
There are more good words than nasty words
Now I'm shouting in a million of heads
About what might be yet to happen again

Tell me where
Where is any kind of sense?
Any kind of sense

Now suddenly my rebellion comes back to me
Now my past wrath returns
The dust of history is spiraling similarly
Like I could endure all pain

I will shout through the spark of hope
There are more good days than nasty days
I will shout at the top of my lungs
About what can hurt us till we bleed

I will shout through the dust of history
There are more good words than nasty words
I will shout to a million of heads
About what might be yet to happen again