Chcemy Byc Soba
Perfect
We Want to Be Ourselves
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself at last
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself still
Like every morning, buttered roll
I sip coffee, a stain on the newspaper
No one will tell me what to do
I throw the glass against the wall, I want to leave
A guy stands on the stairs, scared
Even though he's exposed, he grips a broom in his hand
I grab the gray curtain by the bars
And scream straight in the face of the terrified person!
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself at last
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself still
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself at last
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself still
I cling to the wall, like a drunk
The crowd around dances tango possessed
Tired feet trample the crown
The king of the ball hesitates, his eyes wild
Magda in gratitude, grabs my hands
And it's no problem, she looks lovely in her dress
Why are you in a hurry, why are you in a hurry
After all, we have time for that until the end of our lives!
To be myself
To be myself still
To be myself
To be myself at last
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself at last
I'd like to be myself
I'd like to be myself still
