Nic nie boli tak jak życie [English translation]

What's behind this seventh mountain, out there?

The picture that we sometimes dream of,

a little boy is playing with a ball,

his laughter is circling above the playground.

The picture is skipping just like a slide

springtime, a tree, a park bench, some park.

The boy has grown a little bit, he's sitting alone,

he's lost his first love, we're sorry for him!

These pictures hurt somehow so oddly,

these pictures with him,

they sting the eyes unexpectedly like,

like a biting smoke

And you even don't want to guess, no

who he may be.

These pictures are haunting you

you don't want to dream about them.

Nothing hurts as much as life,

nothing hurts us,

this revelation and discovery

that time is passing.

This revelation and discovery

that we'll be missing.

Nothing hurts as much as being,

nothing hurts as much!

And the last picture that you know,

the face of the lost boy in the mirror.

These pictures hurt so oddly,

these pictures with him.

They sting the eyes unexpectedly like,

like a biting smoke

and you even don't want to guess, no

who he may be.

These pictures are haunting you

you don't want to dream about them.

Nothing hurts as much as life,

nothing hurts us,

this revelation and discovery

that time is passing.

This revelation and discovery

that we'll be missing.

Nothing hurts as much as being,

nothing hurts as much!