Ciepło / Zimno [English translation]

It burns, drinks, rips and chokes me from the inside

Because I didn't turn out to be a boy made of clay

And like a rapid stream blood flows in me

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is boiling

I run from the city streets and latch onto trees

Thunder bolts target me and I'm hunted by the rain

I run from the city streets and just go forward don't matter where

As if unowned

Like a stray dog

It burns, drinks, rips and chokes me from the inside

Because I didn't turn out to be a boy made of clay

And like a rapid stream blood flows in me

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is sweet

This blood this blood

This blood is boiling

I run from the city streets and latch onto trees

Thunder bolts target me and I'm hunted by the rain

I run from the city streets and just go forward don't matter where

As if unowned

Like a stray dog

Phone wallet cigarettes

Keys lights door