Jak malowany ptak [English translation]

Behind the window living people, another dimension, another life

Do you know how difficult it is to struggle with each new day

To pray every night for a secure, peaceful sleeping

Without hope and without chances, to look into one's cards and say "No bid."

(Refrain:)

Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving

Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it

Perhaps you will be afraid of it

Oh yeah...

People are shouting behind the window - a thrown stone has smashed the pane

Do you know how I feel when death has me in its arms

When the pronouncement is written, in the glassy eyes of the doctor

When they are flying, they are flying like this painted bird

(Refrain:)

Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving

Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it

Perhaps you will be afraid of it

Oh yeah...

People are shouting behind the window - a thrown stone has smashed the pane

Do you know how I feel when death has me in its arms

When the pronouncement is written, in the glassy eyes of the doctor

When they are flying, they are flying like this painted bird

(Refrain:)

Will you receive me, my God, when it's time for leaving

Will you give me your hand, or perhaps you will be afraid of it

Perhaps you will be afraid of it

Oh yeah...