Budka Suflera - Chwila szczerości

You stand, you look in the mirror,
On the other side, a blank alien face
Darkness lurks in the corners,
You are tangled in dark days again...

You keep asking where the days are like banners
Raging in the great wind?
Where is this strange rush, where is the stiff, stiff neck?
Where is your imagination?

Crows hang in dead silence over the fields,
You're going alone
There are no spectators around, you tear off the jester's mask,
Fear beneath her...

You keep looking out for days like banners
Raging in the great wind?
Where is this strange rush, where is the stiff, stiff neck?
Where is your imagination?

You had a different world inside you, a better world,
And now what, ordinary glitz, faint shine.
You yourself built a wall, a great wall, a cold wall,
How could you fool yourself like that?

Look how many colors, how many notes, how many matters,
Shake off the fog, jerk forward, life goes on.
Remember that the return is, still is,
As long as you want to come back, you want to come back!