Rzeka [English translation]

From the misty eyes

that didn't look back,

curtains fell down,

dust flew up.

But I can see everything the way it is

with the sharpness that almost causes tears.

I don't want to step into the same river.

I'll turn the stream

to make it go up, not down.

I don't want to step into the same river

and swim in it.

The sources of love are drying.

From my lips sweet

and full of nice words,

today I'll only say

that we won't start again,

that I guess I already know too much.

For wisdom, I'll pay by sleep.

I don't want to step into the same river.

I'll turn the stream

to make it go up, not down.

I don't want to step into the same river

and swim in it.

The sources of love are drying.

It wasn't bad and this life was meaningful

but I can't afford to go through it once again.

I don't want to step into the same river.

I'll turn the stream

to make it go up, not down.

I don't want to step into the same river

and swim in it.

The sources of love are drying.