Niech Pomyślą, Że To Ja [English translation]

Debris and a knife shimmering in the table.

In silence, you can hear dust falling down to the floor.

Stains of wine on the sleeves or maybe it's blood.

The fear in your eyes

changes the blueness into blackness.

Yes, before you call out, I'll be there.

Yes, let them think it's me.

Let them loose a pack of hounds

and point a weapon at my stomach.

No matter what, I'll be yours.

I'll never tell you this.

I'm afraid just like you.

If it fails again,

what do we need these dreams for?

We pretend that it's only a breath amidst storms.

After all, we have had nothing to lose since a long time ago.

Yes, before you call out, I'll be there.

Yes, let them think it's me.

Let them loose a pack of hounds

and point a weapon at my stomach.

No matter what, I'll be yours.

Yes, before you call out, I'll be there.

Yes, let them think it's me.

Let them loose a pack of hounds

and point a weapon at my stomach.

No matter what, I'll be yours.

Yes, before you call out, I'll be there.

Yes, let them think it's me.

Let them loose a pack of hounds

and point a weapon at my stomach.

No matter what, I'll be yours.

• Artist:Grzegorz Hyży