FRASCATI – Taco Hemingway (Tekst)

Drops of rain on my neck
In my coat, I hide a notebook
Castle Square is already dead
I don’t want to live in the past anymore
I walk through the dark New World
Though it’s just old trash for me
I’ll stop by the vodka bar
Where every table sticks
The bartender dressed like a bellboy
Dialogue lines empty
And loneliness is a revolver
So I order myself a smoke
A butterfly in my stomach has become a larva
It gnaws at my soul and swells
I’m alone under a dark star
I don’t recognize the face in the mirror

The eyes of passersby
Shine at night like candles
A nightmare awake, sleepless streets
On which you wander again
You don’t know where you’re going
With drunken steps
And you're writing to me

When I go out to the street
I hear the screams of young people
They still believe in their mission
The world hasn’t woken them up yet
I also wanted to change the system
And I had to give it up
Because today the world is just business
That one died and won't return
To the south towards Wilcza
Crowds of people still at SPATiF
I don’t have the strength for them today
I guess I’ll take a walk to Frascati
In my pocket, a new DM
Then another one, for free
But she’s not writing to me
After all, he’s the addressee

The eyes of passersby
Shine at night like candles
A nightmare awake, sleepless streets
On which you wander again
You don’t know where you’re going
With drunken steps
And you're writing to me

I’ll check what’s up with the redhead
I reach into my pocket
“Piotrek, what’s up with the hoodie?”
You ask me for the hundredth time
One good buddy
Gave me advice ages ago
I could’ve listened to him
If you drank, don’t DM
There’s a couple on the slope
Engulfed in a kiss
I want to explain to the guy
That he won’t find salvation in her
When she drops him like a bad habit
And leaves him on the pavement
Let him get his hoodie back
Let him show a bit of rebellion

The eyes of passersby
Shine at night like candles
A nightmare awake, sleepless streets
On which you wander again
You don’t know where you’re going
With drunken steps
And you're writing to me

You live only in my thoughts
But how much longer will you last?
Here, the conditions are macabre
It’s terribly stuffy, small area
And the neighborhood is like Tyrmand
Soaked in possessed whispers
I’m already out of strength to chase
And this spectacle doesn’t amuse me
At Three Crosses near the church
Saint Nepomuk is peeking
As if waiting for my confession
As if he wanted to teach me
Before I completely drown here
Maybe he'll show me the direction
From the whisper emerges a shout
Someone is begging us for rescue