Marmur [English translation]

[Verse 1]

A hundred ton train crawls on the rails

The rails scream like a mother screaming at her sons

Because the clock of history is pointing at the hour of death now

Could anyone stop the tracks from grunting?

I see that compartment through the window

A gentleman that looks like he's been here for four winters

Cold gaze, thick beard, bear's fangs underneath it

By the way I'm Filip Szcześniak, in case you didn't know

And next time I'll try to take a flight instead

No idea why I'm being punished again

The guy keeps looking at me as if he wants to become acquaintances

Worn out tweed and a shirt that's like an old oilcloth

Quickly studies me, I'm certain he'll start talking soon

He'll ask about my condition and religion, what my dad does

And what do I do, but suddenly a horrible noise erupts

The door opens - "Cola, beer, snacks, coffee, tea!"

He has an awful face and an arrogant tone

I'd rather buy frost from Siberia than anything from him

Passenger swiftly stands up, crosses the Rubicon

Calmly fixes his tie and says "Get out!"

I notice the cold marble of his eye

Dark thoughts want to wake up inside his skull now

He has hidden desires, nothing he'd show

I can see that he wants a huge house full of other people's wives

[Chorus]

I want a huge house full of other people's wives, you hear me?

I'll only tell you openly that I like diving into the numbers

Some people like the uproar, some want silence

Whole house made of marble, whole house made of marble

Dark thoughts sleep upstairs again

[Verse 2]

Veins in the color of lamb's blood

Seems like he's my age but it's as if he's seen more

As if he's climbed the steep mountains of life more bravely

Never used technology, handwrote everything

Doesn't wear windbreakers to use a treadmill

Because his whole life he's been either running away or chasing someone

Suddenly I notice him gawking at me from under that thick eyebrow

Either start smiling or stop staring

I type the code 4822

Six missed calls from Jedynak1

Jedynak is planning Taco's concerts

Voicemail, I hear "Felipe we're gonna have a problem"

And I ran away because I'm tired of the rap-game

If I stayed few more moments someone would've had to put me into a straitjacket

I'm too old now to be fighting for world's approval

I want to burn all of my work before I die like Kafka

Everything tires and surprises me

I always felt like I could disappear at any moment

Now I can feel that I won't go back to those singles soon

Cancel the tour Janek1, Fifi disappeared

I look at my neighbor, I think he's asleep

I feel that you're curious about where I'm going

I love WWA2 but it's getting a bit cramped there

I hear those voices again as the train enters Tricity3

[Chorus]

I want a huge house full of other people's wives, you hear me?

I'll only tell you openly that I like diving into the numbers

Some people like the uproar, some want silence

Whole house made of marble, whole house made of marble

Dark thoughts sleep upstairs again

[Verse 3]

I open the window and take in the call of the sea

Fresh air, big world, water wilderness

It's just a tiny me against the vastness of skies

And young boys who stuff white4 into their nostrils

Getting pinker like a rotisserie pig

They're hopeful that their future wife won't believe in god

Even though life is a bad dream, sometimes even a nightmare

I don't want to wake up - how could you ever say that?

I won't seek adventure

I want to live in a hotel, go to a beach sometimes at most

Write an album, drink tea and feel like and old man

Because I want to rest before I end up like this passenger

Who disappeared, that's a shame, I had a plan

I was going to ask him if we've met before

I haven't slept much those last days in Warsaw, that's true

Am I hallucinating or was I riding in this compartment alone

Impossible... That'd be an amazing trick

Am I having delusions because I turned into a drunkard?

Tough business, I'll talk about it later

Because now I'm getting out of the train and walking the Polish fjords

Dark and muggy sky, like a strong Porter5

Straining my eyes I notice a quite large hotel

Huge hall, inside it I find a simple chair

Huge mustache appears, and behind it an overnight receptionist

[Bridge: Taco Hemingway & Rumak]

- Mr. Szcześniak, good evening, we've been waiting for you. We registered you to the room 515

- I haven't made any reservation...

- Please, this way to the elevator. Of course we're well aware that there's plenty of work ahead of you, nonetheless we encourage you to take part in the life of our hotel. In a few days there will be a dance party, the presence is mandatory

- I don't know, we'll see... Do you have a charger for this type of pho...

- No. We encourage our guests to not use any technology

- Great

- Voilà. Your room, sir. And here's the key, and the welcoming video. Goodnight and good luck

[Verse 4]

You deserve an ending verse

Passenger is stuck in my head, what a ghastly character

A stranger looks at me from the mirror

The better and worse side of me

He enjoys the nighttime atmosphere

Red light flashing, could it be voicemail?

Is it some awful Job's news?

Who's found me in here, who wishes for a talk in the middle of night?

[Outro]

I want a huge house full of other people's wives, you hear me....

[Witaj w Hotelu Marmur]

And so you've found yourself at Hotel Marble

Enjoy the sun and iodized air

Bask in the rustle of trees, the gurgle of the sea

And the unbelievable scream of local birds, oh quiet you!

Are you bothered with the evening melancholy?

Proceed to the banquet hall and meet with other visitors

Don't do anything foolish, Filip, you're supposed to be resting here!

Rich offer of alcohol and meals

Uncommon architecture

Lack of the distracting technology

Mandatory psychotherapy, dance lessons

Not doing anything foolish

Exquisite evenings with exquisite guests

Welcome to Hotel Marble

1. a. b. Jan Porębski, part of a DJ dio "Flirtini"2. Warsaw3. Polish Tricity is the general area around Gdańsk, Gdynia and Sopot4. Cocaine5. Type of beer

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Marmur