Budka Suflera - Grand Canyon

I saw a journey, I saw the wind
A stone that fell down
And an abyss that tells you
How small you are here

I saw the end of the red earth
The voice of the miracle of existence
And the water of life at the very bottom
And a verdict on our fate

I saw peace, the harmony of rocks
An army of striped layers
Stone birds whose wings
Guard the gates of nature

I saw a crowd of loud people
Dressed in the glamor of souvenirs
And the flash flared and a banknote fell
Like a random spectator

And you laugh, you say nothing
It's better this way, easier this way
To delve deeper into the world
And feel the taste of life

To fly higher and higher away
Above the time of imagination
To touch, to see, to live and to feel
Everything around us

And only sometimes a film about destruction
Returns somewhere
That instead of water, blood flows
Who wants to know this... no one

I saw a journey, I saw the wind
A stone that fell down
And an abyss that tells you
How small you are here

I saw a crowd of loud people
Dressed in the glamor of souvenirs
And the flash flared and a banknote fell
Like a random spectator

I saw the end of the fragrant earth
And a forest on the stone
And that something would still be left
When we're no longer here