Jest wszystko tak samo, a jednak nie tak.
Czerwone Gitary
Everything's the Same, Yet Not
Shadows creep in from the tree at noon.
The air above the ground ripples and shakes.
Once again, the clock forgot to chime twelve.
Everything's the same, yet not quite.
Time's stuck halfway like a tired man,
In the branches, the wind paused with a sigh.
Just like back then, just like back then...
Everything's the same, yet not quite.
[-murmurando-]
Everything's the same, yet not quite.
With chamomile sparks, the grass burns down,
And in me, the memory doesn't fade, it stays.
And I return, lifting your image in my mind.
Everything's the same, yet not quite.
[-murmurando-]
Everything's the same, yet not quite.
