Zasypiam myśląc o tym, że... jesteś niedaleko gdzieś.

 Come hold me please, and never let me go
On the second day of Christmas

 And now I don't understand it
You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth

 Ten jest wielkim pieśniarzem, kto śpiewa o naszym milczeniu.

 Uwolnię Cię od zgiełku miast
Ciągłych pogoni, nierównych kast

 Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don't want to see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don't want to feel that...

 Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry

 I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything

 Los chce ze mną grać w pokera,
raz mi daje raz zabiera

 Chcę pozbierać znowu myśli,
Słyszeć bicie naszych serc.

 Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close