Regardless of my muse
I'm alone in the room
Everlasting anxiety is my mate
It's time for go bananas*
I have a basket full of nuts**
I won't take a picture
I won't sign the album for you
I won't fit in stories
Of your lives
When I take the elevator
I will follow footsteps
I'll wipe the corner of my lips
With a word of recognition
Mailbox is full
Don't send anything
I'm slowly losing my voice
Still a couple of nice albums
And I will finally move out of here
I become a monster cause then I feel that,
Even though I am for real, I'm absent
Thanks to that I can get on a bike
Live in an old house
Not wash my hands
Everyday I hear: you won something again
I'm running out of space for the next diamond
Yes, you spoil me
You spoil me
I'll feel the taste of anonym when
I take a small leap abroad
Then I'm weirdly nostalgic
When I take a transparent step
In the country on the Vistula river, everyone calls me by my first name
And my surname is a banner read out loud
Mailbox is full
Don't send anything
I'm slowly losing my voice
Still a couple of nice albums
And I will finally move out of here
I become a monster cause then I feel that,
Even though I am for real, I'm absent
Thanks to that I can get on a bike
Live in an old house
Not wash my hands
I become a monster cause then I feel that,
Even though I am for real, I'm absent
Thanks to that I can get on a bike
Live in an old house
Not wash my hands
I become a monster cause then I feel that,
Even though I am for real, I'm absent
Thanks to that I can get on a bike
Live in an old house
Not wash my hands
* literally: it's time for bounced palms which means to go crazy
** literally: I have a sink full of soda pop; "soda pop has hit you" means that fame is going to your head