it's freezing cold in the north
Big Dipper fell from the skies
and covered the streets, fields and forests
all the thoughts freezed over
hunger overtook good dreams
but at least you can frighten yourself
the scorching heat in the south has already
tear the soft down off the sky
and burnt out the fragile landscape to the sand
what a heat, my God!
but at least, perhaps
we would finally fall in love out there
and in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining
when the necessity of existence is hard to take
in the hallway and in the kitchen it's raining too
glued to the wall I'm rolling up wet carpets
wet not from the rain but from the tears
it's alrady night in the west
you pull your head under the blanket
you fall asleep once and it's simple like that
braid your hands and fold them
you won't wake up anymore
but at least you can get enough sleep this time
if the hunger of sensations
ever round you up to the east
you won't probably be able to stay there for a long time
but in the east, at least
life flies by in a simple way
the sun rises and the day begins
and in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining
overtired and sleepy sink in the kitchen is leaking
the radiator is sweating buckets too
the puddles are running through the rope from the top to the bottom
wet not from the rain but from the tears
because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining
when the mystery of existence forces me to think
in the hallway and in the kitchen it's raining too
glued to the wall I'm rolling up wet carpets
wet not from the rain but from the tears
because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining
because in Cracov on the Bracka Street it's raining
it's raining
it's raining