Szklany człowiek [English translation]

The night still softly glows all around, but I already know, that the day is bad

Pictures of stars, bread wrapped in newspaper

And as usual my face has a generic appearance

And some sort of spray is in my hair

I burn in the stove, it’s warm, my poems - kind of embarrassing

I have a certificate somewhere on the wall - third place in long jump

Again, I'm good for nothing, maybe it’s better that I go to sleep

Don't look at my pictures

Because there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless

And the redness of my blood is just some sort of joke

And I want to forget as often as I can

That there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless

Guard my dreams and come over whenever you want

Gather the moments from my days into one hand

And don't comfort me I'll be standing here either way

Because there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless