Przemijania [English translation]

The wind changes at times

We are like black smoke

Spread so over the world

The little fear, fragile anger

Dust flicked from eyelids

It fills the song about future days

One drop here, pinch there

Every of us leaves a trace

Like breath of tides and hum in the shell

Stranger from stars, night moth

A shape in sandglasses of change - sign that you've been

They shoot there, where the wind falls asleep