Translation for the English speakers: In the North appeared frost From the sky fell a great bear He covered the roads, fields and woods Thoughts were frozen to the ice Good dreams were stolen by a hunger But at least one can become scared In the South there's already scorcher Soft feathers were torn off of the sky Fragile landscape were burned to sand How's hot, my God But at least, maybe We would finally fall in love there And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining When the need of existence is difficult to stand In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets Not wet because of rain but because of tears In the West there's already night You're pulling a blanket over your head Once you fall asleep and the matter is clear Interlace your hands and fold them You won't wake up anymore But at least once you can have your sleep out If hunger of sensations Will ever bring you to the East You probably won't stand being there for too long But in the East at least life goes simply The sun rises and the day begins And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining Tired and sleepy kitchen sink is leaking Radiator sweats like a mouse too Up and down the puddles flow through the rope Not wet because of rain but because of tears 'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining When the puzzle of existance force me to think In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets Not wet because of rain but because of tears 'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining 'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining It's raining... It's raining...
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Translation for the English speakers:
In the North appeared frost
From the sky fell a great bear
He covered the roads, fields and woods
Thoughts were frozen to the ice
Good dreams were stolen by a hunger
But at least one can become scared
In the South there's already scorcher
Soft feathers were torn off of the sky
Fragile landscape were burned to sand
How's hot, my God
But at least, maybe
We would finally fall in love there
And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
When the need of existence is difficult to stand
In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining
Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
In the West there's already night
You're pulling a blanket over your head
Once you fall asleep and the matter is clear
Interlace your hands and fold them
You won't wake up anymore
But at least once you can have your sleep out
If hunger of sensations
Will ever bring you to the East
You probably won't stand being there for too long
But in the East at least life goes simply
The sun rises and the day begins
And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
Tired and sleepy kitchen sink is leaking
Radiator sweats like a mouse too
Up and down the puddles flow through the rope
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
When the puzzle of existance force me to think
In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining
Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
It's raining...
It's raining...
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