Ulica Skowronkowa [English translation]

This letter was... was supposed to be different

It was supposed to laugh although I don't laugh

This letter was... was supposed not to cry but it cries

Although nothing is happening in my life

I'm thinking, looking at the lines of words

What can somebody like me achieve

Somebody who let down her own self

Lark Street 6, Ilona

I lack the rose-coloured spectacles

When in the mirror I see a women

Who can't see without a few

Happy pink pills

And what does this world have

To give me as a gift before I die?

I enclose a picture taken two years ago

Lark Street 6, Ilona

To get up in the morning, they go to sleep at night

They chase after the money instead of living

And I... I can't do anything about the fact

That I don't want to be like them... be like them

Probably to love means to

Hate each other like husband and wife

Another fight is going on in the kitchen

Lark Street 6, Ilona

This letter was... was supposed to be different

It was supposed to laugh although I don't laugh

This letter was... was supposed not to cry but it cries

Although nothing is happening in my life

No, no, no, no

(A sheet of paper and a mark of the lipstick

With the pen and errors

Without words and commas

That fight with thoughts

An ordinary sheet of paper with black lines

With burning cheeks

With somebody who gave the girl a bottle

With perfumes)

Lark Street 6, Ilona

• Artist:Piotr Rubik
• Album:Opisanie Świata (2011)