More songs by Natalia Kukulska
More songs by BSK
Description
It smells like a fresh start, but without the pretense, just a moment when the air tickles your cheeks, your sneakers rub a little, and your heart beats in rhythm not from anxiety, but from movement. It's still unclear exactly where to go, but it's already clear we can't stay put. A playlist is buzzing in my head, my feet are tapping out a rhythm on their own, and even if the wind is blowing against me, it feels like it's testing my strength rather than hindering me. There's something calming about this slight confusion. When you stop chasing others' paths, when each step becomes a personal choice, not just a point on someone else's plan. The world seems to wink: "Well, go on, take another chance." And you're not going for the finish line, but to feel the road living under your feet again. Words: Natalia Kukulska, BSK Music: Zeppy Zep, Natalia Kukulska, BSK Keyboard Arrangement: Jan Dombrowski Producer: Zeppy Zep Recording Engineer: Michał Dombrowski | Longplay Studio Mixing and Mastering: Rafał Smoleń Director: Ania Augustynowicz-Arkadas Cinematographer: Łukasz Suchocki Post-production and Editing: Tomasz Gołowski Color Grading: Joanna Skurka Production Designer: Monika Zgoda Movement Director: Bartłomiej Gońcior Steadicam: Nikita John Cray Focus Puller: Jarosław Burger Camera Assistant: Filip Wyszyński Master: Łukasz Cichecki Lighting Equipment: Arek Borowski, Konrad Karasiewicz, Leszek Milek, Bartek Pomorski Lighting Equipment: Heliograf Photo Equipment: Zachód Producer: EN STUDIO | Bartosz Tomczak Production Coordinator: EN STUDIO | Jagoda Domańska Customer Service: Wojciech Smogorzewski, Weronika Zielińska, Monika Olewińska Creative Concept: EN STUDIO | Justyna Buba Purzycka, Stefania Bieńkowska Client: Lipton Agency: Enio Photographer: Krzysztof Żabski Natalia Kukulska's Costume: Kacper Kujawa Costume Assistant: Zosia Pionka BSK Costumes: Olivia Trojan Makeup: Ewa Gil Hair: Marcin Patalon Location: Tencza Studio
Lyrics and translation
Original
Okej, yo.
Yo. Woo! Yeah, yo.
Uh, hey.
Znów gotowi na start. Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr. Brzmi to jak niezły plan.
Aha, aha. Nadal nie wiem dokąd idę. Mówią liczy się droga. Wybieram soundtrack.
Wchodzę do niej po schodach. Co ma sens? Myślę jak mijam odbicia w oknach.
Teraz już wiem, że ten w nich to ja. Wylałem herbatę z tym ludziom nie raz i nie dwa.
Nie zrobiłem tego, co trzeba na czas, na pas. Zakładam klucze.
Uciec muszę i trochę mnie obciera, ale wiem, że zajdę daleko w tym bucie. Robi swoje ten duet.
W muzie mamy kompas. Nie martw, że się pogubię. Mówię, co czuję i nie muszę już udawać.
Ha, hej, nowy początek, ale ta sama banda.
Znów gotowi na start. Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr.
Każdy z nas i tak swoje tempo ma. Znów gotowi na start.
Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr. Brzmi to jak niezły plan.
Ej, chyba za dużo się skupiam na tym, co jest na zewnątrz, a nie opuszczam domu za często.
Otoczenie jak metronom wyznacza mi tempo, a zawsze byłem typem, co chce iść swoją ścieżką. Zatrzymać się jak biegną. Słuchać, jak wszyscy krzyczą.
Gapić się na niebo, jak kinowe ekrany milkną. Od czego się zaczęło w mojej głowie to wszystko?
-Hej, Niebo.
-Już nie chodzimy na spacery, tylko robimy kroki. W kalendarzu historii. A to nie są zawody. Myślenia restart.
Nowa energia.
Żeby zabrać znów głos, warto zrobić ten krok.
Zróbmy pierwszy krok, -zrobimy pierwszy krok. -Okej.
W sobie mam całą moc.
Niech już stanie się to. Zróbmy pierwszy krok.
-Let's go. -Zrobimy pierwszy krok.
Znów gotowi na start. Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr.
Każdy z nas i tak swoje tempo ma. Znów gotowi na start.
Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr. Brzmi to jak niezły plan.
-Yo! -Znów gotowi na start.
Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr. Każdy z nas i tak swoje tempo ma.
Znów gotowi na start. Z wiatrem albo pod wiatr. Brzmi to jak niezły plan.
English translation
Okay, yo.
Yo. Woo! Yeah, yo.
Uh, hey.
Ready to go again. With the wind or against the wind. This sounds like a good plan.
Aha, aha. I still don't know where I'm going. They say it's the journey that counts. I choose the soundtrack.
I climb the stairs to her place. What makes sense? I think as I pass by the reflections in the windows.
Now I know that the one in them is me. I've spilled the tea on people with this more than once or twice.
I didn't do what I had to do on time, on time. I'm putting on my keys.
I have to run and it hurts a little, but I know I'll go far in this shoe. This duo does its thing.
In the muse we have a compass. Don't worry about getting lost. I say what I feel and I don't have to pretend anymore.
Ha, hey, new beginning, but same bunch.
Ready to go again. With the wind or against the wind.
Each of us has our own pace anyway. Ready to go again.
With the wind or against the wind. This sounds like a good plan.
Hey, I guess I'm focusing too much on what's outside and I don't leave the house very often.
My surroundings set my pace like a metronome, and I've always been the type who wants to follow my own path. Stop when they are running. Listen to everyone screaming.
Stare at the sky as the cinema screens go silent. Where did all this start in my head?
-Hey, Sky.
-We don't go for walks anymore, we just take steps. In the calendar of history. And this is not a competition. Thinking restart.
New energy.
To speak out again, it is worth taking this step.
Let's take the first step, -we'll take the first step. -Okay.
I have all the power within me.
Let it be done already. Let's take the first step.
-Let's go. -We will take the first step.
Ready to go again. With the wind or against the wind.
Each of us has our own pace anyway. Ready to go again.
With the wind or against the wind. This sounds like a good plan.
-Yo! -Ready to go again.
With the wind or against the wind. Each of us has our own pace anyway.
Ready to go again. With the wind or against the wind. This sounds like a good plan.