Esperalem Tkane

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Loose Polish -> English translation using deepL translator with few correction, and possibly few mistakes 1. Let it happen 2. The Great Misogynist 3. Esperal woven 4. Quiet 8 5. The Bitterness 6. The Doorstep 7. Where we will not meet us 1. Let it happen ...and a clamor. For those who hopelessly fail, the trusted have broken their strength... This city to them was hell and Mecca. And for those who have sold their lives in the numbness of their lives to the hearts of the people... Slaveless! Bottoms up For whore, dog, convict... What they fertilize death so they still need life; Bottoms up To children - graves So that the cold, knowing the earth, would not desire heaven; Bottoms up For tomorrow's unknown, for the days spilled; Bottoms up For black lung, Evviva l'arte! In this cold... let it happen. Tonight... let it happen. At the bottom... let it happen. Bored so much, you can't be more bored. We're practicing hard sleep... To not bow down to the mornings and to fall in love at night It's like each one of them is the last one ...and in the bar, ashes of ashes to fill the head... September's euphoria and falls lurk Staggering on the pinnacles of disaster And trust and believe that November will guess all of u... In this cold... let it happen! On this night... let it happen! At the bottom... let it happen! T for the voice of our ridiculous generation! 2. The Great Misogynist Don't be afraid, whore. This night is already being born. Don't be afraid of the booze. This one never deceive. Thimble in thimble Chalices like bells And whores and whores! And ravens and crows and crows! Don't be afraid, whore. Morning's coming up. Hit the booze with every fallen man at the cross Race against the night, the frost and hope Change to the little ones who sow in tear... Ornaments of pure monotony You're bored with boredom - the one that's just as clean Hit the thread of guilt not forgetting the crosse. And scream with all your might: the street, the street, the streets! Rusty dawn Estrogen's sewn dream. Bitter rum Sticky stomach - Monotony Big deal. Wet whip Laughter for fear Lime, sand - Monotony Don't be afraid, whore. This night is already being born. Don't be afraid of the booze. This one never deceive. Ornaments of pure monotony You're bored with boredom - the one that's just as clean Hit the thread of guilt not forgetting the crosse. And scream with all your might: the street, the street, the street, the streets! 3. Esperal woven Cellar spiral of impressions The one who's afraid of the mornings And taproom... drunken mouth. And taproom... a bruised muzzle. He was looking for disaster in its slabs: Ashes of defeat, Dream ashtray. He found it... the blackest of all the black bread! "I have found the will of a slavishly pale... Without a job, with a woman and a child at the station." Faded sky Deserted housing estates Some people say that night is coming The autumn one. Go into the depths! There's a night there! Like a black spades! There's daytime! Esperalem woven! I see the night! I see the day! It's as black as night! There - I found her... the blackest of the black bread; There - slavishly pale will; A lover of empty tears; slavishly pale They called her boring; The morning one.... ...and evening in case of the morning ...and autumn in case of... winter. There - I found it... the blackest of all the black bread; There, slavishly pale will; A lover of empty tears; Without will I prefer pale; She will be called with water; The morning one.... ...and evening in case of an accident. morning. ...and autumn in case of... winter. I dream of the Queen of Spades and I dream of ash. 5. The Bitterness Between the autumn supper and the winter death, the words of the Poles wander around. There were and there will be no words like a stone, no relentless heart. As he wa, so will the Chochol! The content is a ruin for the form that I was supposed to be an executioner for you.... Disorder and stagnation against the background of ruby time indications Samogon of the sick years! So booze! Booze! Booze again! And the skunkie... will break my mind, let it go out! We suppressed the sense, went out into the night, spat at the laws of the world with contempt, Today, we pay homage to them in the graves to the neck with every dirty breath. Booze, then! Booze! Booze again! And the skunkie... let them crumble their minds! Dead I'm alive... To rise up, to be reborn... But how can you believe in tomorrow...? Without today. 6. The Doorstep She once came into a blizzard at night. The crunch of snow under her shoes sounded like music. He's been stranded by fear. She is as old as winter. "For seven years in this swamp, and the end is not seen." Two shadows dance by candlelight - confession in the chamber and black has the power of a confessor. This is it! The grave, the chamber, and nobody there. That's him! A corpse, a cigarette and coffee, and she... Abhorrence! The abhorrence comes for more The abhorrence still requires more! And the day has become a mystery again And though spring will come with the melt... Though fears will dispel (?) I still hate you all. 7. Where we won't meet us Where we won't meet u. Not from "ashes" today, but from "will" tomorrow. Where we won't meet u. The night does not end with the night, but the day begins with the day Where we won't meet u. Melancholy doesn't eat u. Where we won't meet u. .

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