Текст песни Поляк - На счастье

Sleep choked with breath
The breath plunged into the usual fear,
Leaving one on one with an unbearable ability to wait.
No it's not that bad
If you don't sing about trains
About kilometers and people who carelessly steal your eyes.

Take it, take it for good luck
Take my breath!
Take it, take it for good luck
Take my dream!

The dream tore apart
Memory-created trap:
Frozen loyalty ... and midnight ... and something about the ancient gods ...
I'll make it harder
I'll compose self-deception:
We are closer to each other than we are, according to the lack of words.

Together with frozen passion
I'm dragging through the years
A cherished self-deception about the boundless ability to wait.
It will tear us apart
If you admit that you never
We were not closer than we are, which was required to be proved.

Take away, take away for good luck
My last breath!
Take away, take away for good luck
My last dream!