Złoto [English translation]

"That one will never grow up"

They were so worried about me here

Full bag, empty wallet

Nothing on the horizon

All the time by this gray block

Hands in pockets with holes

It was easy to spin a tale

Saying that nothing changes

I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold

The rest is history

Everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold, gold, gold

The world goes round without us

But we didn't want to believe it

Over our heads a glass ceiling

Somebody had to break it at last

We were tilting half-empty glasses

At the tables

All the time in the hall of mirrors

Till we exploded from the inside

I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold

The rest is history

Everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold, gold, gold

I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold

The rest is history

Everything happened for some reason

The things that lose their colour

We'll turn into gold, gold, gold