Wyspa, drzewo, zamek [English translation]

I was left with an island inherited from my girlfriend.

It was ten steps long, all made of sand.

I brought some soil stolen from a field.

I wanted to revive it; well, it was mine.

Finally I sowed grass in the early spring

and since then I could walk around my island barefoot.

I planted flowers, all of them decorative.

I used to bring from home buckets of sweet water.

Then, suddenly, a hailstorm wiped out what it could,

a sudden rise of water washed the soil away

and the island is all of bare sand again.

I planted a tree on my balcony,

a big, strong tree; I took good care of it.

I thought to myself: "When I’m no longer here,

the people’s memory of me will live in this tree".

And it was supposed to stand for eleven hundred years,

to last here like a memorial to my name,

but one day an angry wind ripped it off.

I built a sky-reaching castle on a high rock.

It shone majestically in the sun.

I invested all my savings in this castle

so that I could feel protected until my late years.

But my watchful enemy burrowed like a rat,

he poured gunpowder into several holes,

and when the night came, he lit the fuse.

So, everything that I touch

turns to ashes and dust.

I don’t really know where there’s a place for me.

So, everything that I touch

turns to ashes and death.

I don’t really know where there’s a place for me.

• Artist:Perfect
• Album:The Best - Autobiografia