More songs by Young Multi
Description
Sometimes reality suddenly loses its contours, and familiar things begin to sound hollow, as if from under water. It seems alive, but inside it is empty, like an apartment after a move: the walls are still standing, but they no longer belong to anyone. Even the mirror responds with a stranger's gaze. It seems that the body moves on its own, and the consciousness simply observes how someone else breathes, speaks, blinks.
This song is like the beating of a heart on medication and the echo of a question with no addressee: where is that corner where you can just be, without justifying yourself, without picking yourself up piece by piece. A prayer without faith, a request without an address, a dream that won't let go. And in the midst of all this, a tiny movement towards: “złap mnie za dłoń” - not as romance, but as a last attempt to stay alive, even for a second.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Płyną krystalicznie czyste łzy na buzi
Ona na kolanach, żebym się nie smucił
"Kto to?" — pytam siebie, kiedy patrzę w lustro
Zamykam swe oczy, liczę, że się nie obudzę jutro
Proszę, złap mnie za dłoń i poprowadź
Gdzie jest dom? Gdzie mój kąt? Gubię się po lochach
Chciałem wrócić, ale nie czuję nic
Ketoprofen w żyłach, zero gram krwi
Gdzie mój dom? Gdzie mój kąt jest?
Gdzie? Gdzie mój dom? Gdzie mój kąt jest?
Gdzie? Gdzie mój dom? Gdzie mój kąt jest?
Gdzie? Gdzie mój dom? Gdzie mój kąt jest?
Gdzie? Gdzie? Gdzi-gdzie-e-e-e?
Gdzie? Gdzie? Gdzi-gdzie-e-e-e? (Gdzie mój dom jest?)
Gdzie? Gdzie? Gdzi-gdzie-e-e-e?
Gdzie-gdzie mój dom jest? Gdzie-gdzie mój dom jest?
Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
Evil Empire, hahahaha
Powiedz dlaczego się pytasz, czy czuję się dobrze, skoro ja chcę stąd wyjść?
Novocaine, novocaine we krwi, zejdź mi z drogi, już nie czuję nic
Sold out show, cały team idzie brazy; to znaczy crazy
Nie kumasz swag'u, no bo jesteś basic hoe, błagam, zamknij pysk
Krzyż nade mną, cały na czarno w Pradze, tak jak Depeche Mode
Huh, huh, camo jeansy, na to kurtka Vetements
Huh, huh, Rodney Mullen trapu, a nie Tony Hawk
Huh, huh, parę klocków na mnie, tak jak na gamemode
(Hahaha) biggest chain — srebrny, a nie golden
Marrakech Intense, pachnę tym, a nie Dior
(Hahaha) biggest chain — srebrny, a nie golden
Marrakech Intense, pachnę tym, a nie Dior (nie Dior)
Wchodzę do sklepu, kupuję, nie pytam, nie patrzę na tag
Huh, zielony papier, robię to z ziomem jak Schedule I
Twoje kryształy to fejki, gotują je w labie jak w Breaking Bad
Patrzy na moje Balenci' i świecą się oczy jej tak jak Herobrine
Dziwko, to Ricki na stopach, a nie żaden Converse, ja nie jestem skromny
Jak pizda mi powie, że fit jak bezdomny, to wtedy już wiem, że jest dobry
Ty masz Revenge bluzę, Moncler kurtkę, jebany blowout taper
Synek pierdoli, że ktoś jest NPC, sam jest kopiuj-wklejkiem
(Hahaha) biggest chain — srebrny, a nie golden
Marrakech Intense, pachnę tym, a nie Dior
(Hahaha) biggest chain — srebrny, a nie golden
Marrakech Intense, pachnę tym, a nie Dior (nie Dior)
Biggest chain
—kech Intense
(Papabless on the beat) biggest chain
—kech Intense
English translation
Crystal clear tears flow down my face
She's on her knees so I won't be sad
"Who is it?" - I ask myself when I look in the mirror
I close my eyes and hope I won't wake up tomorrow
Please take my hand and lead me
Where is home? Where's my corner? I get lost in the dungeons
I wanted to come back, but I don't feel anything
Ketoprofen in the veins, zero grams of blood
Where's my home? Where is my corner?
Where? Where's my home? Where is my corner?
Where? Where's my home? Where is my corner?
Where? Where's my home? Where is my corner?
Where? Where? Where-where-e-e-e?
Where? Where? Where-where-e-e-e? (Where is my home?)
Where? Where? Where-where-e-e-e?
Where-where is my house? Where-where is my house?
Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
Evil Empire, hahahaha
Tell me why are you asking if I feel good if I want to get out of here?
Novocaine, novocaine in my blood, get out of my way, I don't feel anything anymore
Sold out show, the whole team goes bragging; I mean crazy
You don't understand swag, because you're a basic hoe, please shut your mouth
A cross above me, all in black in Prague, just like Depeche Mode
Huh, huh, camo jeans with a Vetements jacket over it
Huh, huh, trap's Rodney Mullen, not Tony Hawk
Huh, huh, a few blocks on me, just like on gamemode
(Hahaha) biggest chain — silver, not golden
Marrakech Intense, I smell like that, not Dior
(Hahaha) biggest chain — silver, not golden
Marrakech Intense, I smell this, not Dior (not Dior)
I go into the store, I buy, I don't ask, I don't look at the tag
Huh, green paper, I do it with my homie like Schedule I
Your crystals are fake, they cook them in a lab like in Breaking Bad
She looks at my Balencias and her eyes light up, just like Herobrine's
Bitch, it's Ricki on your feet, not some Converse, I'm not modest
If a cunt tells me he's as fit as a homeless person, then I know he's good
You have a Revenge sweatshirt, a Moncler jacket, a fucking blowout taper
My son doesn't give a damn about someone being an NPC, he's a copy-paste himself
(Hahaha) biggest chain — silver, not golden
Marrakech Intense, I smell like that, not Dior
(Hahaha) biggest chain — silver, not golden
Marrakech Intense, I smell this, not Dior (not Dior)
Biggest chain
—kech Intense
(Papabless on the beat) biggest chain
—kech Intense