Wojtek Szumański: Czas na umieranie

Now it's time
Time for dying
Every one of us
Doesn't know when this will happen
Quickly or very slowly
We have a different style
We're dying
From our first moments

Am I upset?
Honestly it doesn't bother me
I'll endure
What else can I do?
Being alive is an illness that doesn't set dates
You have, ahead of you, a day or a hundred years.

My death won't free me soon
My death follows me my whole life
In this slow dying the days flow monotonely
Still I dream of better dying

Is it now?
...
It's normal to feel weird
I'm healthy
Or maybe it's still the opposite
Entire body aching
A little worrying, a little not
Maybe it will pass on it's on, who knows?

And when I meet fate
At the final step
I'll say, simply
With the glint of a bitter tear in my eye
"Though I didn't have that much
it's not like I had nothing
Finally living was a six out of ten/Finally there were six out of ten lives
Finally living was a six out of ten/Finally there were six out of ten lives"

My death won't free me soon
My death follows me my whole life
In this slow dying the days flow monotonely
Still I dream of better dying

Though every inhale and exhale
Is insignificant to the world
I want to die pain-free
Long years in good health
If you want to be forever young
You will be disappointed
Dying is life,
Life is dying!

My death won't free me soon
My death follows me my whole life
In this slow dying the days flow monotonely
Still I dream of better dying
Still I dream of better dying