Had to stopped on the run – here I’m standing inside of the summer rain
In the clump of Moldavian anchorites watching neon lights in lane
Am I live outside of the time or am I just completely insane?
Maybe God kidding me or maybe something working in my brain

Another, another black Stolzenberg night
Another, another Stolzenberg night

At the courtyard the princess Judith robbing leaves beneath the old lime tree
Various misfortunes had made her dark and bitter and cold homeless druggy
Tight she squeezed my left hand and she darted and angry glance at me
“We are just like a trees – she said – enslaved by chronic melancholy”

Listening to sounds floating from the spaces which we never heard before
Fairy tales resonating in the forest echoes of the lazy roar
Imitating her shout which has stopped percussion trance on wet dance floor
Since that night she was always escaping from every Warmian scarecrow

Sitting on the crowded ramp I've fallen in love with her and my beliefs was dead
We’ve destroyed the bathroom mirrors and a laughter was everything what we had
She was like a rainbow – she has come to me after rainy period
Just the only one person who has ever ever really drove me mad

Another, another black Stolzenberg night
Another, another Stolzenberg night

I will never forget it – that moment we were dancing in the cave
My the only one desire was to make you happy and fulfill and safe
All I can do for us is to write sounds of my feelings on the stave
And of course on every Monday to bring yellow Congo-flowers to your grave