I'm coming from you dream,
I'm wearing what you want.
You hear my voice, quiet 'kuku'...
I'm stretching like sleepy keety.
Something like fire is in your eyes,
Tell only one word
and blood will disappear.
My stripping is fake,
my touch is fake,
running blood is fake,
my love is fake, too.
Oh, no, oh, no - I'm not real.
But you want it, you want it as much as you can.
I'm really not real.
On fishing rod of looks,
Into web of words
I'm angling cool fish at day. (in this three verses are lots and lots of polish idioms, i don't think i translated it right)
Night is showing your other side
and so strong shame is disappearing,
and there's no mum which is telling 'no',
and you can be yourself - do with me all what you want!
My translation of that song:
I'm coming from you dream, I'm wearing what you want. You hear my voice, quiet 'kuku'... I'm stretching like sleepy keety. Something like fire is in your eyes, Tell only one word and blood will disappear.
My stripping is fake, my touch is fake, running blood is fake, my love is fake, too. Oh, no, oh, no - I'm not real. But you want it, you want it as much as you can. I'm really not real.
On fishing rod of looks, Into web of words I'm angling cool fish at day. (in this three verses are lots and lots of polish idioms, i don't think i translated it right) Night is showing your other side and so strong shame is disappearing, and there's no mum which is telling 'no', and you can be yourself - do with me all what you want!
My stripping is fake, my touch is...