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“Lecz myśl to sługa życia, a życie głupcem jest dla czasu,
A czas, co władzę ma nad całym światem,
Musi się w końcu zatrzymać"

“But thought's the slave of life, and life's time's fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop”
– Henry IV, William Shakespeare

There’s no other way that all this would end,
For me, here and now, time must have a stop
At last…
Knowing he’s at large somewhere,
Waiting ‘till my foot slips so he could get me
One day, one day.

New born, wake me –
There’s a dream recurring in my head,
New born, wake me –
With a chance to start over again.

It’s the place out of sight,
But I can see it before me…
It hurts
Again and again and again…

“Come now, I shall mold you,
In the likeness and image
Of me.”

New born, wake me –
There’s a dream recurring in my head,
New born, wake me –
With a chance to start over again.

New born, wake me –
There’s a dream that’s recurring in my head,
New born, wake me –
With a chance to start over again.


There’s no other way that all this would end,
For me, here and now, time must have a stop
At last…

Going outside seems a test of strength,
Everywhere I can sense his scent.
He moves now and then behind every shadow.
Every face is his face, there’s a whisper again:

“Pain – we’re only here through pain,
Through pain, through pain.”

The memory of touch brings shudder,
The scars awake – I relive it all again,
All again.

There’s no peace for me ‘till my days
End, no hand caressed the paths that never mend,
Never mend…

Pain – we’re only here through pain,
Through pain, through pain.

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