Jacek Cygan - To się nie sprzeda

I wanted to write about something important,
About loneliness, the lack of heaven...
But they said: "Mr. Gypsy, what about you,
That won't sell!"

I wanted to write about love,
Which time will never cool...
They said: "Sir,
That's not for people!"

I wanted to write a hymn about persistence,
Well, we won't be forever young...
They said: "Man,
Who cares about that these days!"

And they taught me, in their opinion,
That is, in the opinion of certain people,
Things that are about nothing, sell,
When written in an accessible way!

So, let me give up once,
On this black attire, muttering.
That won't sell! That won't sell!
In life!

But when I see in concerts,
Pieces of heaven in the eyes of listeners,
I think to myself: "Good God, who cares,
Let it not sell!"

In those eyes, I see such love,
Which time will never cool.
And then I feel like shouting:
"People, this is for people!"

In those eyes, I see the drama of time,
Well, we won't be forever young...
And then it crosses my mind,
That maybe it matters to someone!

Even if, in someone's opinion,
That is, in the opinion of certain people,
Things that are about nothing, sell,
When written in an accessible way.

So, I guess I won't give myself peace,
With this black attire, muttering.
That won't sell? Let it not sell!
In life!
Amen.