Grażyna Łobaszewska - Ślady na wodzie

Steadfast principle armies
Our catechism into wretched world
Banal and holy, grandly overblown
Prevaricate over the years, over the years

In our hearts, in backwardness
Remains of the old game rules
Like castles in the air they submerge in water
I live there every day, every day

If you lie then do lie
As if you were believing lies yourself
At least a gram of truth
But salt in eyes
If you hurt then do hurt
Just like surgeon, not like scum
In half-dormant, half-anaesthetized
Elusive pain

Saying home truth in the eyes
In the world pure as if it was made of glass
It goes smoothly, when there is nothing to say
But much harder, when there is.

When the hearts are yet still hungry
When there is not strength to leave
Those truth are felonies, those truth are felonies
Please, lie to me gentle, please, lie to me gentle

If you lie then do lie
As if you were believing lies yourself
At least a gram of truth
But salt in eyes
If you hurt then do hurt
Just like surgeon, not like scum
In half-dormant, half-anaesthetized
Elusive pain


If you lie then do lie
As if you were believing lies yourself
At least a gram of truth
But salt in eyes
If you hurt then do hurt
Just like surgeon, not like scum
In half-dormant, half-anaesthetized
Elusive pain