A keresés eredménye

Steel Plant Laura

Snow-clad is the plain, and the moon is white
Covered with a shroud is my country side.
Birches dressed in white are crying, as I see.
Who is dead, I wonder? Is it really me?
 

Steel Plant Królewska Huta

Oh my dear maple, frozen stiff and bare,
Why do you stand bending in the blizzard there?
Have you seen a vision? Have you heard a babble?
Just like you are out for an idle ramble.
Like a tipsy warden, walking on the roadside,
You have stuck in snowdrift, hit by burning frost-bite.
I myself quite often lose my whereabouts,
Cannot find my house after drinking bouts.
Now I see a willow, now some other trees, and
Sing them songs about summer in a blizzard.
I would think myself to be a sort of maple,
Not a bare maple — verdant as in April.
And forgetting virtue, drunk as drowned mouse,
I would hug a birch-tree like somebody's spouse.
 

Katowice

The world is but a ship!
But all at once,
Someone, in search of better life and glory,
Has turned it, gracefully, taking his chance,
Into the hub of storm and flurry.
 
Well, which of us on board a mighty boat
Has never brawled nor barfed nor fallen down?
There are not many of them that will not
Despair when they're about to drown.
 
Me, too,
To loud hue and cry,
But knowing well what I was doing
Went down to the hold where I
Might keep away from scenes of spewing.
 
'Hold' was a Russian pub
Where I
Drank, listening to the loud bicker,
I tried to stop my worries by
Just drowning myself in liquor.
 

The winter is coming

I tear flaps of skin off of my body. I throw them away.
Yellowness. The winter is coming.
 
The vein twines the last raindrops with silence.
Redness. The winter is coming.
 
I throw my broken bones. I dance with the wind.
Whiteness. The winter is coming.
 
The paleness of my face turns into whiteness.
Blackness. The winter is coming.
 
A moment of peace before the eternal silence.
The dead Polish winter is coming!
 

Fury of Living

Fury of living
My sins
Of another day
That tastes of nothing
In this anxiety of redoing
And winning the illusions that I know
Only deny me the reality
And as punishment
Are always true
 
I want to live
And I no longer even know
If as punishment
For good or evil
The love that was always denied
Has the rare taste that nobody
Will take from me
 
Fury of living, feeling vain
Of this desire that never minds
False words swig of gall
Ingratitude my black rosary
Which is the reason for this feeling
Raggedy man, pain and solitude
 
(Instrumental)
 
Fury of living
My sins
Of another day
That tastes of nothing
In this anxiety of redoing
And winning the illusions that I know
Only deny me the reality
And as punishment
Are always true
 
I want to live
And I no longer even know
If as punishment
For good or evil
The love that was always denied
Has the rare taste that nobody
Will take from me
 
Fury of living, feeling vain
Of this desire that never minds
False words swig of gall
Ingratitude my black rosary
Which is the reason for this feeling
Raggedy man, pain and solitude
 

In The City Of Fury

You will see me fly
For the city of fury
Where nobody knows about me
And I'm part of everyone
Nothing will change
With a curve warning
On their faces I see fear
There are no fables anymore
In the city of fury
You will see me fall
Like a bird of prey
You will see me fall
On deserted terraces
I will undress you
Through the blue streets
I will take refuge
Before everyone awakens
You will let me sleep at dawn
Between your legs
Between your legs
You will hide well and disappear
Between the fog
Between the fog
A winged man misses the earth
You will see me fly
For the city of fury
Where nobody knows about me
And I'm part of everyone
In the sunlight
My wings melt
I only meet in the dark
What unites me with the city of fury
You will see me fall
Like a wild arrow
You will see me fall
Between fleeting flights
Buenos Aires looks so susceptible
That fate of fury is
What persists in their faces
You'll let me sleep at dawn
Between your legs
Between your legs
You will hide well and disappear
Between the fog
Between the fog
A winged man prefers the night
You will see me back
You will see me back
To the city of fury