Raz Dwa Trzy - Jestem tylko przechodniem

I am just a passer-by
Under this or another guise
I've got cigarettes and some loose change
And a plan or a lack of plan

Here and no other place
In this moment or in a bit
At the streets confluence or at the walkway
where i'm going to be or i've been before

Between this and another
movement of the clock's hand
running on the belfry
to nowhere, but in three dimensions

Also as a result of ilusion
Against or in tune with the fate
I'm here, to prove this
i drag a cigarette

Rather in some meaning
in a sense, nosense, what's easier
Apparently, at my own request
Off the bridge, under, on the top of it

I am just a passer-by
in the background of a city
I've got cigarettes and some change
and a hole in my pocket