Buldog - Modlitwa za rzeczy

Calm the hearts of the clocks,
they are tired -
dim the lids of light bulbs,
they look at us too long

let the trams rest,
let them not keep shuffling
and no climbing in houses
in round cities as in jugs.

Out of breath of train wheels
Order a flower rest,
fill the lungs of the motors
fragrant silence from the stars,

the deadly exhaust of exhaust fumes
let him regret no more
high procession of chimneys
in mysterious time.

To our silent devices
freeze voice free,
Send pens rest,
leave the paper without letters,

let them speak from the shelves
books nailed with dust,
landscapes imprisoned on canvases
let them go down to our rooms -

For all the sad things
for all the hearts of the machines
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord

For all the sad things
for all the hearts of the machines
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord

Calm the hearts of the clocks,
they are tired -
dim the lids of light bulbs,
they look at us too long

let the trams rest,
let them not keep shuffling
and no climbing in houses
in round cities as in jugs.

For all the sad things
for all the hearts of the machines
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord

For all the sad things
for all the hearts of the machines
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord
we beg you, Lord