Myslovitz - Życie to surfing

Tłumaczenie:

Tired night, creased whiteness
The sun, though pale, is scorching me.
Someone won a race, someone gave himself up.
More comfortably is not know the truth.

Get up, life is a surfing, so don't be afraid of tides.
Get up, life is a surfing, so don't be afraid of tides.

Slowly I'm washing the fear off from my body,
I'm moisturizing my face with happiness, put aside a noise
And in the arms of new day
I exchange shame for pride, I'm standing up.

Get up, life is a surfing, so don't be afraid of tides.
Get up, life is a surfing, so don't be afraid of tides.