Łona i Webber - Błąd

Time's running
Quickly as hell, and I
Just struggle to get a bit of that
It's true, I sometimes steal a few moments
Then i sit on a bench
And read newspaper, hey
Today, for example I had this one issue
Just started reading second paragraph
And a girl stands in front of me
Quite young one
And just glances at me and my paper again
And asks without any preludes
If i hadn't seen her friend, just passing a while before
I say, I got a discord in here
Cause there was one, but hadn't said her name though
Girl breaks the stalemate
And asks if she was running and if she was a blond
I say, she flashed by
She had some hair, but what was the color, I don't know!

Because, my knowledge here is quite weak though
Was it blond, was it blond, was it blond, blond
We won't get any solutions right now
Was it blond, was it blond, was it blond, blond
Unfortunately, I don't know this stuff
Was it blond, was it blond, was it blond, blond
And no answers i got on my account
Was it blond, was it blond, was it blond, blond

Another time I was on a boat
No newspapers, got a book here, really big one
Author rather won't score a Nobel, but in the end it's not bad to read
Literature, water around me
And three grandpas by me
Having an argument growing loud
And let's just clarify one thing
This conflict is fucking essential
Cause, one grandpa yells that, we're actually not an a ship
but on a catamaran
Second one, gets sickened with it, and says it's barge, and he's sure as hell
Third one takes a shot before
Says, it's ferry and tells them they're fucking nuts
And when he can't see approval from them
He calls on me to ask what do I think

And, my knowledge here is quite weak though
Is it ferry, is it ferry, is it ferry, ferry
We won't get any solutions right now
Is it ferry, is it ferry, is it ferry, ferry
Unfortunately, I don't know this stuff
Is it ferry, is it ferry, is it ferry, ferry
And no answers I got on my account
Is it ferry, is it ferry, is it ferry, ferry

This is a one greater group
Of people who invade me
When i read anything
And sew with double stitches, cause
They not only ask me,
But also about the things I don't know
Open air, grass or concrete
When i just get the book or show a paper
The swarm is impending
And flies towards me just to bother me
No free time, the better the text is written
The more drunk intruders show up
And at the slightest graphomania
There are loads of sober folks
Today in my mind I catch each person who ever interrupted my
readership
I take them all, put all in one row
And ask: "Is it wrong that I want to read something?"

And now I gotta fight the counterpunch
That it's wrong, that it's wrong, that it's wrong wrong
And some solutions will show up now
That it's wrong, that it's wrong, that it's wrong wrong
Unfortunately, now i know this stuff
That it's wrong, that it's wrong, that it's wrong wrong
And bunch of answers I got on my account
That it's wrong, that it's wrong, that it's wrong wrong