Pih - Czas

You hear a scream, when releasing his first breat
At the valley of tears, now its his time, his turn
Driving to the side of the road, an ambulance behind you
Someone's twenty-some years, are gone
Time, fucking time
When everything freezes in us, it still goes on
Is there some place that it had not yet arrived in?
Those who do not have it anymore, does God not love them?
Is there anything at all that's older than God?
Before time began it's run, look
The sky, gray like ash, late night again
So many false mouths wish someone a 100 years everyday
The sun, 8 minutes further than us
Fuck, why doesn't orgasm last that long?
Ey, not yet
It's not the time to die yet.

ref.
Time, run somewhere far away
Where you could look at it all rewinded,
Where is this world going?
Fucking mug x2

Want to read from my hand? You have a fake face, bitch
Everything is going on it's trajectory,
Rarely it's too early, usually too late
Life, closed loop of history,
The clock is ticking, everyone is using their time differently,
Some from Presley's death, others from the Pope
Bitter is it's price, because it's merciless
We kill time, although it heals wounds
Generations are forever missing, they live in a myth
They cry, now people talk in an inhumane language,
We think of the past, dream of the future,
The raindrops are like needles in the unwanted days,
Time will make us all equal someday,
Remind you, we have the same taste of blood, the same smell of shit
Time is forgetting, the unwanted scars
Shat on by pigeons, on the bust of fathers of the lord

ref.
Time, run somewhere far away
Where you could look at it all rewinded,
Where is this world going?
Fucking mug x2

The same deathly wind blows in the four sides of the world,
Repeatedly, every flame blows out by that breeze,
When the stars are emerging into the night's sky,
It's not the time to rest, we will die like trees standing,
Short, interrupted dream, pity for the people
Who are trying to be ahead of their alarms in the morning,
They snatch me from my sleep, just like out of my mother's womb,
Sleep - extended in the time of chemical reactions,
Seconds, minutes, hours, it's the same everyday
Metronome, concentric circles in the water,
When there is eternity, trail of astral bodies,
Gray hair, wrinkles and the hour of truth,
Scalpels are trying to cheat time, but I'm asking why?
Liposuction, facelift, silicone, botox
Except for time, you visit those sides twice
Community of all the dead and the unborn

ref.
Time, run somewhere far away
Where you could look at it all rewinded,
Where is this world going?
Fucking mug x2