Widnokrąg [English translation]

Wow, after all these years of battles and struggles I finally broke through to the other side of this fucking wall

These days it’s like a beehive, when I enter the club, words sweet like honey pour into my ears

Last year this turnout would be ridiculously funny like “Mann and Materna”1

I collected these laurel wreaths solely from my reviews

Grief filled my heart entirely – only “anti matter”

These days this rap alone is worth as much as antimatter2

And today, day to day everything accelerates even more

I was on the bottom for too long, to stop being afraid

That this soon won’t fade, so I stay up again, writing a new feat.

I have slanted eyes either way I slide Tokyo Drift

It’s “Need for Speed”, need for beat and need for money

Everyone wants to strip those g-strings from the game, everyone's a nymphomaniac

I approached the door slowly, barely by microns

Today I’m close and I whisper, "Come with us beautiful nymph"

I am the winner and the loser in this race

I never asked to be recognized when I enter the store

But what – when you want a rose, you gotta feel the thorns

Nerves of steel tell me to strike (stab) whilst hot

Still I’m deaf to the compliments and props

Only criticism eats into my deck like in the blood of strangers

Crows always caw from above wishing you to topple son

But they promise mountains of gold, when you have a Golden Fleece

Is my place is somewhere, somewhere far away from here?

Or do I only rush ahead of myself somewhere where the current carries me?

Somewhere on the border between heaven and hell is it

Still pulling me by my heart to itself - the horizon

If there’s one thing I know well, I know of paradoxes

I never gave a shit about chemistry, now I write about bonds

Perhaps I believe more in physiology than in fate

Is it only because of my reproductive cells, that I want you here beside me today?

I doubt it, but it’s hard to notice when I stand in front of stage lights

The answer: When I strain my eyes the world puts on a Riddler costume

Already a few times I started from nothing how can I be certain, that it'll end differently now?

A shy kid – what is left of me today?

Ladies and parties3 – made me insane and

It would be easier to get drunk and to make love with a girlfriend than

Giving a chance to the thought, that someone can glue me back together again #fisz4

But I don’t know how to live like that

I feel something again and I miss the smell of her hair

Despite the friction and fights maybe I feel, that she’s the one

I don’t want to believe, that I’ll return on the shield5 tomorrow

Is my place is somewhere, somewhere far away from here?

Or do I only rush ahead of myself somewhere where the current carries me?

Somewhere on the border between heaven and hell is it

Still pulling me by my heart to itself - the horizon

30 years have passed me by as if in one day

It was so easy for me to foretell my end 10 years ago

I promised myself right before that day to shoot myself in the head

Or measure the tower’s fall

Today my grandfather told me long and hard about the the war

And deep inside my heart I felt a huge embarrassment for my previous thoughts

Fucking selfish, hypersensitive asshole

Even from a splinter I cause a fucking dramatic performance

Golden records, success -- it’s all worth shit

Nothing matters truly, life’s only a few moments

And it’s a whole lot easier to put out than a match stick

And we fool around as if holding an egg or even play with it

Instead of living

Either way what will be will be tomorrow

We say owell -- either way we all get buried in sand

Why even waste one day of the life for the life of arguing

With someone, who is for us the other half?

It’s a waste of a day

Why empathize with those who are evil and selfish

Who want to only do for us at a price of a couple hundreds?

Shit on them -- let them make their money

These fucking banknotes are only piles of paper

I’m a rapper, so what -- I have an ego the size of China

But in reality these struggles I have here are worth nothing

I’ll probably return to this sandbox a hundred times

But today - perhaps more than ever I really want to live!

Is my place is somewhere, somewhere far away from here?

Or do I only rush ahead of myself somewhere where the current carries me?

Somewhere on the border between heaven and hell is it

Still pulling me by my heart to itself - the horizon

2x

1. Krzysztof Materna and Wojciech Mann lead a talk show called M kwadrat here’s an archived clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5lE9VukgmA2. The cost of antimatter is $62.5 trillion per gram.3. In French Mélange means mix. Melanż is Polish slang for drinking party.4. Fisz is another Polish Rapper5. Wróć z tarczą albo na tarczy, ancient Spartan saying. Heroic death over life in shame. If you drop your shield you can run faster and probably survive that way. Should you die, you're carried on your shield. So an honourable warrior would either come back with their shield or be carried on it.