PEZET – Piroman (English lyrics)

Translation provided by Kamil.M

[Intro]
“Life has no meaning. We have to make it  meaningful.”

[first verse]
I ain’t got much but I didn’t sell myself cheap.
You’re wearin’ masks just like birds wear make-up.
You’re flyin’ high but you’re like Icarus.
When you gon’ fall you’ll see how it is at the bottom.
I’ve been there myself.
Man, you don’t know why? Try to remember ”Crime and Punishment”.
Life is short and the world is small.
You don’t know what the future holds.
Even your distinguishing marks are temporary.
That ink under your skin.
So I’m comin’ back at dawn.
Warsaw is beautiful when sun lights up the sky.
Nothin’ else makes your heart beat like this.
I know this town like the back of my hand.
Nowadays it’s in a different wrapping.
I think about it when I’m ordering Wakame
and pouring some Kikkoman on it.
Everything seems cool but something is in the air.
Like fuckin’ spectre of defeat.
Even though the pin hasn’t been pulled on this grenade.
It’s going to stay within me, like bad upbringing.
I’m burnin’ bridges as if I was a pyromaniac.
I’m burnin’ bridges as if I was a pyromaniac.

[Chorus]
Time’s flying even though
it’s everything you’ve got here.
It’s not enough to line up at the start
and get somewhere on time.
You decide what’s meaningul for you
You can’t turn back the time.

[second verse]
I’m returning to my humble aboad.
But sometimes it brings out the child in us.
We often are still innocent.
You know well how fast the time goes.
We all got our own families now.
As you get older a day seems too short.
But sometimes it runs slowly like a street gutter.
Tell me how you gon’ kill it.
Maybe you will throw it into the river.
Either way, it will pass.
You won’t bribe it with all the gadgets in the world.
I’ve been livin’ in this town all my life.
We understand each other without words like mimes.
Small things matter the most, not some golden medals.
But the appetite for fame and glory grows
cause I took it in with my mother’s milk.
It’s like the name I was given when I was born.
It’s goin’ to stay in my blood.
Life has no meaning,
We need to make it meaningful.
Like me when I grab the mic.
I can feel it’s goin’ to be lit.
As if I was a pyromaniac, a serial arsonist.
I’m entering the stage and it’s fire.

[chorus] extended version
Time’s flying even though
it’s everything you’ve got here.
It’s not enough to line up at the start
and get somewhere on time.
You decide what’s meaningul for you
You can’t turn back the time.
You can get your drink on and get your smoke on.
Then complain about your life.
You can fall from the top of the world and climb right back up.
And then do it all over again.
But if you’re excited about something
like a pyromaniac when he’s setting fire to something x2
then it’s your faith!

[Outro] x2
I’ve got my own opinion and my own plan.
I see things differently.

” – Do you regret?
– What about you?
– I haven’t done anything.
– Do you regret not having done anything?”

Excerpt from a Polish movie “Symetria” (Symmetry)