The noise quietly crawls on the radio
The cold pulsating from the nooks
We are closer then ever
No moments for good morning
No moments for good night
No moments at all
Can hear Silesian sound comes
Can hear Silesian sound comes
Sound comes
I can hear it, the Silesian sound comes, sound comes
And all around is fog
We are closer then ever
In our restless dreams
We're living in a country of white bear
And redskins are everywhere
On my frozen way, the void of blocks
All the same
In here reigns the cultural collective diffusion of molecules
Our playground used to be
Abandoned ideas of insane architects
Ain't no history, ain't no glory
There's always been too much concern
With the others' opinions
Hiding in the corner till it's driven into oblivion
The garbage remained as if unruly guests who lack
The willingness to pack up their things and travel back
I can hear the Silesian sound comes
All around is fog
Never have been visions and options
Simple visions and options
Behind the wall, right next to
Living in the country of white bear
And redskins are everywhere
So smashed against the ground by pathetic drives
I can hear the Silesian sound comes
And all around is fog
Hear the Silesian sound comes
Ain't no history, ain't no glory
Just the stupid sound comes