Bracka [English translation]

it's freezing cold in the north

Big Dipper fell from the skies

and covered the streets, fields and forests

all the thoughts freezed over

hunger overtook good dreams

but at least you can frighten yourself

the scorching heat in the south has already

tear the soft down off the sky

and burnt out the fragile landscape to the sand

what a heat, my God!

but at least, perhaps

we would finally fall in love out there

and in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining

when the necessity of existence is hard to take

in the hallway and in the kitchen it's raining too

glued to the wall I'm rolling up wet carpets

wet not from the rain but from the tears

it's alrady night in the west

you pull your head under the blanket

you fall asleep once and it's simple like that

braid your hands and fold them

you won't wake up anymore

but at least you can get enough sleep this time

if the hunger of sensations

ever round you up to the east

you won't probably be able to stay there for a long time

but in the east, at least

life flies by in a simple way

the sun rises and the day begins

and in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining

overtired and sleepy sink in the kitchen is leaking

the radiator is sweating buckets too

the puddles are running through the rope from the top to the bottom

wet not from the rain but from the tears

because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining

when the mystery of existence forces me to think

in the hallway and in the kitchen it's raining too

glued to the wall I'm rolling up wet carpets

wet not from the rain but from the tears

because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining

because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining

it's raining

it's raining

• Artist:Grzegorz Turnau