Słońce całkiem się czerwieni
Szukam cienia, by w nim się ukryć
Wszystko suche, na wiór spalone
Wyjałowione, osamotnione
Jeszcze tylko kropla w nas
By grzech śmiertelny z siebie zmyć
Spojrzeniu nadać ufny kształt
Jeszcze tylko kropla
Jeszcze wczoraj z gołą głową
Dzisiaj susza mnie wysysa
Z martwą twarzą znieczulica
Jeszcze tylko kropla w nas
By grzech śmiertelny z siebie zmyć
Spojrzeniu nadać ufny kształt
Jeszcze tylko kropla
Wszystko na wiór spalone!!!
Water's dripping from the trees
I'm waiting in my car
I'm biding all my time in memories
I see a man passing by
He smokes a big cigar
Probably there's something
He needs to tell me
Oh take my soul with you
I'm going away
Take my soul with you
Oh I think I've already heard his voice
Oh I know I've seen his face someplace before
There is something going on
His face all deadly pale
And wrinkled shows some kind of fear
He seems not to be asking
But demanding
Oh take my soul with you
I'm going away
Take my soul with you
I feel he's got the saddest thing to say
The saddest thing to say
The old musician - he won't play again
The old musician - no piano playing
I feel there's something going on
I'm hearing bells all around me
Oh take my soul with you
I'm going away
Take my soul with you