Plama na ścianie [English translation]

Hate is the fear of the heart

when it feels nothing

The bravery to somehow live with this

Because when a heart of stone turns into

the most sensitive treasure

it is as if a human

going out of shade

saw the glow

I mantle myself with a duvet

I think what I want

What will be tomorrow - I prabably know

My and your course of time,

Work and sleep,

People for whom I will never be

what I want

When I become a stain on the wall,

Don't think bad about me,

The life is only a moment, my dear

You will not stop it

When there will be little of me everywhere

You must know that

It is worth waiting a century to experience such a moment

When I become a stain on the wall,

Don't think bad about me,

The life is only a moment, my dear

You will not stop it

When there will be little of me everywhere

You must know that

It is worth waiting a century to experience such a moment

When there will be little of me everywhere

You must know that

It is worth waiting a century to experience such a moment

• Artist:Bajm