Текст песни Анджей Бжезинский - Присутствие

it seems as if there is nothing
at all
swamp behind the curtains of color in the wilds of Siberia

I think that the rotation of the key
It includes the illusion that I'm not alone

and then I'm closing my eyes
I feel the presence of

if an hour or two to think
it is not difficult to guess
that around one space
in a large balloon