More songs by Izzy and the Black Trees
Description
Producer: Marcin Bors
Composer: Mariusz Dojs
Composer: Izabela Rekowska
Composer: Lukasz Mazurowski
Composer: Mateusz Pawlukiewicz
Lyricist: Izabela Rekowska
Lyrics and translation
Original
Crooked hope. Drinking the lie.
You had the wrong stitches. A few times, few shots.
Here comes the new rage. All brass and steel.
Often makes the same. It is time to heal.
Spinning on the razor.
Oh, what a sight.
Music for the masses, and so is the light.
Projected in concrete. Plastic swords and warning signs.
All night on duty.
Saluting the drunken crowds.
The city is fearless.
A great machine.
Yeah, it makes you pay plenty.
And you can see its grin.
Peace comes, I am conscious. Peace comes, I am fine.
Peace comes, I am wide awake. Peace comes, I will try.
Spinning on the razor. Oh, what a sight.
Music for the masses, and so is the light.
Projected in concrete. Plastic swords and warning signs.
All night on duty.
Saluting the drunken crowds.
English translation
Crooked hope. Drinking the lie.
You had the wrong stitches. A few times, few shots.
Here comes the new rage. All brass and steel.
Often makes the same. It is time to heal.
Spinning on the razor.
Oh, what a sight.
Music for the masses, and so is the light.
Projected in concrete. Plastic swords and warning signs.
All night on duty.
Saluting the drunken crowds.
The city is fearless.
A great machine.
Yeah, it makes you pay plenty.
And you can see its grin.
Peace comes, I am conscious. Peace comes, I am fine.
Peace comes, I am wide awake. Peace comes, I will try.
Spinning on the razor. Oh, what a sight.
Music for the masses, and so is the light.
Projected in concrete. Plastic swords and warning signs.
All night on duty.
Saluting the drunken crowds.