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Description
The world seemed to be covered in a quiet, harmless, but cold frost. The air froze between the words, and thoughts wrapped themselves in the dog's fur and the blanket. Everything around me seems to live according to a schedule of happiness, but my heart is off schedule and isn't in a hurry to smile. There's something comforting in the honesty of admitting that you're not always "okay." The music flows softly, like breathing before sleep, and in every line, there's a gentle stirring of longing that doesn't frighten but soothes. It's not sadness, it's winter, which knows that spring will come and it will be easier to breathe. For now, just sit in the warmth, letting the silence be a friend for a while.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Chyba coś nie tak jest ze mną.
Chowam w sobie cały lęk.
Na co mi to? Zamykam się w sobie.
Minuta, dwie zanim rozpłynę się i nie zostało mi nic, tylko zachód słońca.
Może pora odejść, choć wiem, że i tak nie rozgryziesz mnie.
Ciągle w koło krążę i nie mogę trafić tam, gdzie jeszcze jest tlen.
Może pora odejść.
Każdy jakiś za bardzo szczęśliwy tu jest. Ja nie umiem.
Wolę pod kocyk wejść. Obok mój pies. Tak najlepiej się czuję.
A Ty może tego nie rozumiesz? Spoko, ja też. Czasem tak jest.
Może do wiosny mi minie, zima popłynie, a z nią kilka moich łez.
A może ktoś się znajdzie, w kogo ramiona wpadnę w zimowy sen, ciepło otuli mnie.
Teraz wiem.
Może pora odejść, choć wiem, że i tak nie rozgryziesz mnie.
Ciągle w koło krążę i próbuję trafić tam, gdzie jeszcze jest tlen.
Gdzie jeszcze jest tlen. Gdzie jeszcze jest tlen.
Gdzie jeszcze jest tlen.
Może pora odejść.
English translation
I think there's something wrong with me.
I keep all my fear inside.
What good is this to me? I withdraw into myself.
A minute or two before I melt away and have nothing left but the sunset.
Maybe it's time to leave, but I know you won't figure me out.
I keep going around in circles and I can't find a place where there is still oxygen.
Maybe it's time to leave.
Everyone is too happy here. I can't.
I prefer to go under the blanket. Next to me is my dog. This is how I feel best.
And maybe you don't understand it? Cool, me too. Sometimes it is like that.
Maybe by spring it will be over, winter will pass, and with it a few of my tears.
Or maybe someone will find someone in whose arms I can fall into a winter sleep and wrap me warmly.
Now I know.
Maybe it's time to leave, but I know you won't figure me out.
I keep going around in circles and trying to get to where there is still oxygen.
Where else is there oxygen. Where else is there oxygen.
Where else is there oxygen.
Maybe it's time to leave.