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