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Description
The world spins like a cracked record - some people hear loud music, others hear static. Lights shine in the windows; some people pray, some just lie awake, and others walk home in the morning air, their thoughts refusing to be silenced. Everything seems familiar: a mother who worries, a brother who waits, a house where the walls have heard more than people. But inside, there is a slight break, as if every day you have to learn to live again. The city sleeps, but it is not peace - it is a pause between misfortune and hope, while somewhere, someone still believes that tomorrow they will not be burned by words.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Milion kilometrów stąd pewien człowiek został sam.
A tam, gdzieś za wielką wodą, prom nie dopłynął.
Został tam.
Wracam do domu dłuższą drogą, żeby posłuchać muzyki.
Mijam nieszczęśliwych ludzi. Może powiedz, o czym myślisz? Piąta rano na zegarku. Moja ulubiona pora.
W mojej głowie tyle myśli, że już miesza mi się zwrotka i rozkminiam, jakim cudem życie toczy się tak co dnia. Jakim cudem każdy ma inne problemy w swoich oczach.
Jeden człowiek pisze listy do mamy, idzie do wojska, drugi człowiek nie ma sensu -życia, bo nie ma zdrowia.
-Widać jak nowy dom niedaleko cały płonie od słów.
Widać jak ktoś zagubił swoją twarz.
Nie odnajdzie jej już.
Chłopaki marzą o spłacie swoich pożyczek i odjechać w stronę zachodu słońca.
Tata zrobi wszystko, żebyś nie chodził głodny.
Mama modli się do Boga o to, byś nie chorował.
Brat się pyta, kiedy wrócisz do domu.
Ty z problemami siedzisz sam na chodniku przy bloku. Osiedla śpią, ale to nie jest spokój.
Ciekawe kto nam pomoże, gdy -będziesz prosić by pomógł.
-Widać jak nowy dom niedaleko cały płonie od słów.
Widać jak ktoś zagubił swoją twarz. Nie odnajdzie jej już.
English translation
A million kilometers away, a man was left alone.
And there, somewhere across the great water, the ferry did not arrive.
He stayed there.
I take the long way home to listen to music.
I pass unhappy people. Maybe tell me what you're thinking about? Five a.m. on the watch. My favorite time.
There are so many thoughts in my head that I'm already confused and trying to figure out how life goes on like this every day. How come everyone has different problems in their eyes.
One man writes letters to his mother, goes to the army, another man has no meaning in life because he has no health.
-You can see how the new house nearby is burning with words.
It looks like someone has lost their face.
He won't find her again.
The guys dream of paying off their loans and riding off into the sunset.
Dad will do anything to make sure you don't go hungry.
Mom prays to God that you won't get sick.
My brother asks when you will come home.
You are sitting alone on the sidewalk next to your apartment building with problems. The neighborhoods are sleeping, but it's not peaceful.
I wonder who will help us when you ask for help.
-You can see how the new house nearby is burning with words.
It looks like someone has lost their face. He won't find her again.