Ukryte [English translation]

The crowd in cafes and din behind the windows,

well-known door, you don't stand here.

I'm stealing somewhere, between entrance and exit,

The neons' whisper is pulsating him.

Thought so many places is here and such a big noise,

This city is so empty without You.

I'm getting somewhere off, doesn't matter where,

I know, none of maps will show me...

...our places, our joint moments,

The neons' shout is pulsating him.

Thought so many places is here and such a big noise,

This city is so empty without You.