niemamnie

Post N° 32

Nie mam imienia                                      Non ho nome

w oczach                                                   negli occhi
skrapla sie dziecinstwo                                  scorre l'infanzia
tak dawno                                                         da tempo
nic nie czulam                                                       non sento niente

wiem tyle                                                 so solo
ze jestem zmeczona                                    che sono stanca
nie potrafie odpoczac                                        non riesco a riposare
ani odnalesc                                                           nč a ritrovare
chocby sladu siebie                                                     una minima traccia di me

nie pamietam                                          non ricordo
czy w ogóle zylam                                         se ho vissuto
a jesli tak                                                             e se sģ
to po co                                                                    per cosa
gdzie jest moja dusza                                                    nč dove sia la mia anima

dlaczego tak sie stalo                            perchč sia successo questo
co mnie róznilo                                             cosa mi differenziava
od innych ludzi                                                   dagli altri

czy bylam za slaba                                se ero troppo debole               
zbyt odlegla od zla                                         troppo lontana dal male         
przez to mniej prawdziwa                                    e per questo meno vera
dla tego swiata                                                        per questo mondo

a teraz stoje                                          e adesso sono qui
w sadzie                                                    davanti al tribunale
pod golym niebem                                          sotto il cielo spoglio
tak cicho                                                            c'č silenzio
najblizej samotnosci                                                sempre pił vicina la solitudine

moze powinnam                                   forse dovrei
po prostu tutaj usiasc                                semplicemente sedermi qui
i udawac                                                       e far finta
wystarczajaco dlugo                                          quanto basta
ze jest po wszystkim                                                che tutto va per il meglio

ale przeciez                                          ma io
ja nie mam imienia                                    non ho nome

w okol mnie sam smutek                               intorno solo la tristezza

upadlam wiec bezwladnie                     sono quindi caduta senza forze
na ciepla ziemie                                         sulla terra calda
i otworzyla sie                                    e si č aperta
zawodzaca otchlan                                               in una voragine imponente
by mnie pochlonac...                                     per risucchiarmi...