Synowie Matki Złej [English translation]

Day in, day out, the same view out of the window awaits me, I know it perfectly.

The same (view) as when I'm forcing myself to get up, the sme (view) when I take something to help me sleep.

Day in, day out, it follows me like a dog, like a shadow hat I know so well.

That fear, does it make sense, that fear, is it all that I have.

Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.

Sons of a bad mother, the shadow of the last hope lays drunk underneath the table.

I already know that life trips me up, as it walks, when everything is going too well.

That's how it passes by, divided in half, divided between itself and me.

Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.

Sons of a bad mother, the shadow of the last hope lays drunk underneath the table.

Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.

Sons of a bad mother, three ings of life, not everything is over yet.

Three of us are sitting, the one in the mirror, me and misfortune, we are waiting for better times.

Sons of a bad mother, three ings of life, not everything is over yet.

Over, over, over,

Over, over, over.

• Artist:Video
• Album:Doskonale Wszystkio Jedno