Taco Hemingway - Ostatni?

The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
The lanterns everywhere have long gone out

When I see her in that window, I know there will be drama
If not counting Johnny Walker, then she's sitting alone
I have a throat pain like in a pelican's palate
I shake as if fiscal dogs were chasing me when I have a gram in my pocket
This dump is like depression because I fall here often
I have a panic attack when I sit down
But what's on her face? No surprise
As if she had set a trap, as if I had set myself up
So I change my mind, I say: "I'm leaving because sleep is getting to me"
She says she won't stop me but advises against it
She sensed long ago I supposedly chat with Peter
Though she knew he wasn't there and was talking with me
She responds to my panic with coldness
Says: "I know opinions are divided with Peter
But whatever you say - he composed sentences with flair"
And here she always felt like she was talking to a robot

Chorus
The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
They say "It's darkest under the streetlamp" - I didn't listen, mistake
The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
Hidden in shadow, she observed my every step
The lanterns have long gone out
The lanterns cut through the dark
I gathered the remnants of my courage and met her
Under a dark star

She says she'll explain something to me, and please accept it as normal that it's a problem to look for someone to blame, but the reason with Peter was simply different, namely, you were possessive and obsessive
You lamented over yourself, convinced that the whole cosmos throws enemies on your path, those eternal hangovers, continuous deaths weekend after weekend, oh, cursed poet, prisoner of your own mind, as they say, blame the player not the game, you the only innocent, everyone else bad, the redhead to blame, the ticket to blame, the LEDs to blame, the tram to blame, the moon to blame, but who always innocent? You...

So listen, good luck with the songs or whatever you're writing, but don't speak to me anymore, let's just be dead to each other okay it will be better for everyone

Chorus
The lanterns have long gone out the lanterns cut through the dark they say darkest under the streetlamp I didn't listen to words lanterns long gone out lanterns cut through darkness hidden in shadow observing my every step lanterns long gone out lanterns cut through the darkness I gathered what was left of my courage and met her under a dark star under a dark star under a dark star

Last supper with my involuntary muse, on the speakers, Kayah sings I was your rose you're undressing and in me, demons awaken, but you get up angry and then throw my hoodie at me and drop a bomb just before saying goodbye, saying that karma will find me for that resurrection joke, I ask what where who you answer me that drunk Peter was walking on the lanes and ended up under a tram
I didn't know it was a prank, just a joke
But my days are counted like carp on Christmas Eve
Because when leaving you make a fuss that you'll get me for good
Tell me I'll have a case for cyberstalking
Time's up for me I'll vanish quickly
I order a car not a Tesla just an old Astra
Smelling of smoke and veggies so nostalgia hits
Id, ego, superego bartender you know us
I end up in a cramped smoking area where a colorful fair of wax
DJ play at max spritzer pour on white wine
In my vein let it flow in the left lane before the last station displays
So I run out into the street to merge with the asphalt
With God I was supposed to have a deal to give me a fame's glow
In a European cafe, I was to write you a song
And a postcard style 'miss you,' this trip lasts long
But he dropped the white flag shouted pause enough
Downtown, Wola, Praga, Saska was supposed to listen to me
I was to have a marble statue like goddamn I don't know
Screw the statue, but the money was supposed to add up
Logbook note today not a small crash
I lose breath and the smog exacerbates my asthma
I wanted to play open cards as if laying solitaire
But my games got messed up and she gave me checkmate
LED light drills into the brain and slashes across the face
So I long to drown in the city's old lights
Past the crossroads, I increase tempo Agrykola consumed
Darkness and me waiting only for hell because the streetlamp went out

Ladies and gentlemen, the show is over, the performance is done, please leave the audience, the actors want to rest