| The time of these recent evenings in the summer |
| For a very long time we haven’t been talking to each other |
| If you want to see |
| Effects of your own creative power |
| Then come along with me, I’ll try to remind you |
| There’s no hurry |
| Probably colors, shapes and sounds and tastes |
| Probably scents of sultry August days |
| Probably the general motions of this life |
| It’s the right intention |
| Probably faith that the other world exists |
| Probably eternal and even I can see |
| The only way to be there if I need |
| It’s the right intention |
| Look excessive abundance of creation |
| Invaluable life an unjustified cosmic aberration |
| Even if there’s only |
| Mud and dirty, dusty wind |
| Blowing all around me |
| Even if the god is dead |
| Every part of me |
| Is waiting on your absolution |
| The time when I’ll have to leave my life behind me |
| Don’t let it come now. Oh! I haven’t finished yet |
| My story |
| Only just sixteen year old naughty girls |
| Only just Polish vodka’s acrid taste |
| Only just magnificently wasted years |
| I got to love it |
| Only the truth that I live life until the end |
| Only once and I’ll never go back again |
| Only these voices heard will disappear |
| And never come back again |
| Even if there’s only |
| Mud and dirty, dusty wind |
| Blowing all round me |
| Even if the god is dead |
| Every part of me |
| Is waiting on your absolution |
| Maybe there won’t be happy endings |
| But now when I can breathe, when I can still feel the wind… |
| Maybe you don’t have to explain to me |
| Just let me be in wonder in this concept of things |
| Maybe those shadows look unfriendly |
| Those shadows are much longer than they ought to appear |
| Maybe don’t have to be afraid of it |
| I don’t have to be afraid of this unavoidable trip |