Bal wszystkich Świętych [English translation]

This Sunday is like a movie, a cheap "B" movie

A guy is moving about in an uninteresting background

Screenwriter took the dough, then he started drinking

And the dialog turned out rock bottom, zero, simply nothing

All the saints are promenading in heaven

A gold dust is sprinkling

But I'm roaming again without you

And to hell is so near

So much I would want to meet you once, just this one day

Or to turn back time a week, but it can't be

Though, the taste of loneliness, I know straight to pain

When there is no other expectations, oh well, no matter

All the saints are promenading in heaven

A gold dust is sprinkling

But I'm roaming again without you

And to hell is so near

Only the world spins with me

Stars are burning like steel

You have ejected me from your memory

That I'm feeling sorry for myself

In heaven today all, all the saints are having a ball..(x3)

• Artist:Budka Suflera