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Description
A loud party inside my head and no one's turning off the music. Demons wear name tags, get in your way, pour drinks, whisper: "Come on, you can do it." It feels like the evening has long turned into morning, and yet this strange thrill of living on autopilot still won't let go. It's not the alcohol that intoxicates, but the habit of being "in the know," of not stumbling, even when everything inside is burning like tires on strike. The soul dreams of exhaling, dissolving, but instead of a pause, another toast to health and a little self-irony in the voice. After all, how can you do without it: life is a ball, and the orchestra never has time to stop playing.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Gdybym tylko umiał uśpić moje demony, może wtedy byłoby prościej, ale kusi mnie z każdej strony. W głowie strajk, palą się mózgowe opony. Mówią musisz.
Dawaj, dawaj Janek, musisz. Chodź na stronę.
Do opowiedzenia mamy sobie trochę.
Będzie miło, no bo zawsze było miło i przyjemnie.
Jak prawdziwy Polak polewam kolejkę. Z telefonu leci Niech żyje bal. No bo życie jest balem.
Graj ostatni kawałek. Graj na pożegnanie. Graj.
Orkiestra ostatnia opuszcza statek.
Gdybym tylko umiał uśpić moje demony, może wtedy byłoby prościej.
Ale kusi mnie z każdej strony. W głowie strajk, palą się mózgowe opony. Mówią musisz.
Dawaj, dawaj Janek, musisz. Chodź na stronę.
Do opowiedzenia mamy sobie trochę.
Nikt mi nie mówił, co muszę. Zawsze wiedziałem to sam.
Życia scenariusze kruche jakby były ze szkła. Serce podpowiada, w której mamy drużynie grać.
Zasad gry nie uczą nas.
Cały czas maksimum skupienia.
A ja chciałbym czasem wyparować. Przecieka czas jak szkocka przy jesieniach.
W sercach zima, szron i lód.
Bo dzisiaj nic nie wraca, gdy jest ciemno.
A z demonami chcemy być na elo.
Zdrowia i hajsu — każdy toast brzmi.
Rozwody i powroty. Fura w kedo. Nie ludzie, a przedmioty rany leczą.
Usiądź wygodnie, lej opowiem ci.
Gdybym tylko umiał uśpić moje demony, może wtedy byłoby prościej.
Ale kusi mnie z każdej strony. W głowie strajk, palą się mózgowe opony.
Mówią musisz. Dawaj, dawaj Janek, musisz. Chodź na stronę.
Do opowiedzenia mamy sobie trochę.
English translation
If only I could put my demons to rest, maybe it would be easier, but I'm tempted from every direction. There's a strike in my head, my brain tires are on fire. They say you have to.
Come on, come on Janek, you have to. Come to the site.
We have a little story to tell.
It will be nice, because it has always been nice and pleasant.
Like a true Pole, I pour water over the round. Long live the ball is playing on the phone. Well, life is a ball.
Play the last piece. Play goodbye. Play.
The orchestra is the last to leave the ship.
If only I could put my demons to rest, maybe then things would be easier.
But I'm tempted from every direction. There's a strike in my head, my brain tires are on fire. They say you have to.
Come on, come on Janek, you have to. Come to the site.
We have a little story to tell.
Nobody told me what I had to do. I always knew it myself.
Life scenarios are fragile as if they were made of glass. Our heart tells us which team we should play for.
They don't teach us the rules of the game.
Maximum concentration at all times.
And sometimes I would like to evaporate. Time flows like scotch in the fall.
Winter, frost and ice in our hearts.
Because today nothing comes back when it's dark.
And we want to be on elo with demons.
Health and money - every toast sounds good.
Divorces and returns. Cart in kedo. It is not people, but objects that heal wounds.
Sit back and let me tell you.
If only I could put my demons to rest, maybe then things would be easier.
But I'm tempted from every direction. There's a strike in my head, my brain tires are on fire.
They say you have to. Come on, come on Janek, you have to. Come to the site.
We have a little story to tell.