The time of these recent evenings in the summer

For a very long time we haven’t been talking to each other

If you want to see

Effects of your own creative power

Then come along with me, I'll try to remind you

There’s no hurry

Probably colors, shapes and sounds and tastes

Probably scents of sultry August days

Probably the general motions of this life

It’s the right intention

Probably faith that the other world exists

Probably eternal and even I can see

The only way to be there if I need

It’s the right intention

Look excessive abundance of creation

Invaluable life an unjustified cosmic aberration

Even if there’s only

Mud and dirty, dusty wind

Blowing all around me

Even if the god is dead

Every part of me

Is waiting on your absolution

The time when I'll have to leave my life behind me

Don't let it come now. Oh! I haven’t finished yet

My story

Only just sixteen year old naughty girls

Only just Polish vodka's acrid taste

Only just magnificently wasted years

I got to love it

Only the truth that I live life until the end

Only once and I'll never go back again

Only these voices heard will disappear

And never come back again

Even if there’s only

Mud and dirty, dusty wind

Blowing all round me

Even if the god is dead

Every part of me

Is waiting on your absolution

Maybe there won’t be happy endings

But now when I can breathe, when I can still feel the wind…

Maybe you don’t have to explain to me

Just let me be in wonder in this concept of things

Maybe those shadows look unfriendly

Those shadows are much longer than they ought to appear

Maybe don’t have to be afraid of it

I don’t have to be afraid of this unavoidable trip