More songs by Łukasz Zagrobelny
Description
There's something about tired heroism in it - when you run not for a medal, but simply to stay on your feet. The world seems to have given up before you did. But you're still in the game, even if the rules have long been erased, and the reward is just the chance not to dissolve into the gray everyday. The words sound like a quiet toast to those who don't give up, even when they no longer know what they're fighting for. For those who still hold a house made of emptiness and gather themselves from the echo of old songs. Because as long as the rhythm is heard - even of prosaic days - life is still dancing. Even if she's lame.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Goniąc za szczęściem wciąż biegłaś pod prąd.
Nie chciałaś słuchać, gdy los szeptał stop. Nie poddałaś się.
Chciałaś być w tej grze.
Gdy proza życia zepchnęła cię w cień.
Zbledły marzenia, oddalił się cel. Nie poddałaś się.
Ciągle byłaś w grze.
Dłonie zbyt słabe, by zatrzymać świat.
Milczące ściany i pustka bez dna.
Choć gasły światła, czas zmierzchu połączył nas.
Rytm prozaicznych dni.
Taniec niezwykłych chwil.
Misternie tkany plan rozpadał się.
Porwał cię losu nurt.
Bez pytań, mimo prób.
Było cię coraz mniej.
Mnie pewnie też.
Wciąż szukam śladów, gdzie zniknął twój śmiech.
Składam na nowo dom z pustych miejsc.
Choć niezłomny czas swoją partię gra.
Wiatr zabrał szepty zmęczonych dni.
Ocalił pamięć tych dobrych chwil.
Tylko wspomnień gra może cofnąć czas.
Dłonie zbyt słabe, by zatrzymać świat.
Milczące ściany i pustka bez dna. Choć gasły światła, czas zmierzchu połączył nas.
Rytm prozaicznych dni.
Taniec niezwykłych chwil.
Misternie tkany plan rozpadał się.
Porwał cię losu nurt.
Bez pytań, mimo prób.
Było cię coraz mniej.
Mnie pewnie też.
English translation
Chasing happiness, you kept running against the flow.
You didn't want to listen when fate whispered stop. You didn't give up.
You wanted to be in this game.
When the prose of life pushed you into the shadow.
The dreams faded, the goal became distant. You didn't give up.
You were still in the game.
Hands too weak to stop the world.
Silent walls and bottomless emptiness.
Even though the lights were going out, the twilight brought us together.
The rhythm of prosaic days.
The dance of extraordinary moments.
The intricately woven plan was falling apart.
You were carried away by the current of fate.
No questions, despite attempts.
There were fewer and fewer of you.
Me too, probably.
I'm still looking for traces of where your laughter disappeared.
I'm rebuilding the house from empty spaces.
Although he is steadfast, he plays his part all the time.
The wind took away the whispers of tired days.
He saved the memory of those good moments.
Only the memories game can turn back time.
Hands too weak to stop the world.
Silent walls and bottomless emptiness. Even though the lights were going out, the twilight brought us together.
The rhythm of prosaic days.
The dance of extraordinary moments.
The intricately woven plan was falling apart.
You were carried away by the current of fate.
No questions, despite attempts.
There were fewer and fewer of you.
Me too, probably.