Czerwony notes, błękitny prochowiec [English translation]

A red notebook, where I was keeping

My all these black thoughts, where is it today?

But though I also had others afterwards

A blue trench coat, which was for me

Like I took it out from Micky's wardrobe, if Kim doesn't see

I wonder, would I put it today?

Today I know, all these things, which defined me formely,

They disappeared somewhere, I left them

And I know, actually I don't really know, who I am today and

I can't find myself in there

Red notebook, blue trench coat, wild campfires

And a bench in the park, my first guitar

And also this every face, which was well-know to me

Drainpipe trousers and one girl

Behind that I was sitting in the curch, how did her face look?

And a book, which I start every year anew

Today I know, all these things, which defined me formely,

They disappeared somewhere, I left them

And I know, actually I don't really know, who I am today and

I can't find myself in there