Izabela Zabielska: Peccatum

I know I wasn't a holiday

I visited the pit again

I was missing a beauty here

Help my father

I burned a couple of bridges, I demolished a couple of walls

I cut off many roads, I cut many wounds

I followed the voice of others, my voice had a different plan

I broke a few hearts, gentlemen and ladies

I get drunk with freedom

I quench my thirst

I kill my thoughts with primitive intoxication

Drees out fear, underground sound

It's my sin

Come on and throw this stone

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

Come on and throw this stone

If I knew for a moment that I was in for punishment

I would do the same thing

Knowing that the loser is waiting for me

And the light goes out

They said don't call him here in voin, and how not to call,

Like around so dark as around so ugly

I lost for sure

More than one thing awaits me on this planet

Called the planet of life and death

I still need to spend the years past in this black

The sad realities of my existence,

Where so slowly time rushes

I suffered a bottom, still unchanged

The final judgment will judge me

I get drunk with freedom

I quench my thirst

I kill my thoughts with primitive intoxication

Drees out fear, underground sound

It's my sin

Come on and throw this stone

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

It's my sin

Come on and throw this stone.