Natalia Sikora - Żywcem pogrzebana

I am dancing over the black river
no one leads the blind

this night
blood circulates quickly
fear will win today
and the reflection which disappears does not want
he has insomnia

one tone of string shakes
tree roots are already above the ground
today the dog's trip ends
I will surprise the clown last time

there were rhymes of stained glass
and always a few drops of weakness
and laughter to vengeance
razor with the larynx and always to the bottom
because it was not a ball game

today, the journalist is crazy without appearances
I will read the last without honoring
and in black water I will jump in white this time
some for the lives of others to death
and damn it be beautiful for beauty
and fire will consume all evil
I am out of those butterflies that are born in a black river
they call the blues

Remember when the jester from the black water
what he loved to the bottom and suffered like a fool
his laughter sometimes absolved demons
taking as a good and equally stupid freak
because it was too easy
it was difficult too too boring
because it was not a ball game

I am dancing over the black river
no one leads the blind

there once
someone saved someone
he has scattered nowhere
never to anything
curse
broken mirrors

if you love this mistake
I do not want to be right