IGŁY, SOCZEWKI, SAMOLOTY Lyrics (English Translation) – Quebonafide

Read the full IGŁY, SOCZEWKI, SAMOLOTY (English Translation) lyrics by Quebonafide along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quebonafide’s music, you can also explore MELISA and CZARNE PLAŻE, BIAŁE LWY, two other songs by Quebonafide.

[Intro]
They say there’s a cure for agoraphobia
Unfortunately I can’t take it, it’s just around the corner
I’m neither Jesus nor a demi-god, maybe
I could take up gaming, take up blogging
Because apart from the garden I haven’t left the house for three months
Neither for love nor for money
A voice speaks inside, quiet, childlike
It has a fearful tone, a concerned tone
I’d like—

[Verse 1]

I’ll run a five in a dozen or so minutes
I’ll take a hundred on my chest, and a squat too
I’ll get to Rome without rest
And I’ll always reach it when I set a goal
Slums, favelas, oo, ice baths, oo
There’s hardly any stress involved
I’ve played stadiums, oo, business icons, oo
But there’s one very small thing that, that

[Chorus]
I’m afraid of needles and planes, oo And in my eye I’m afraid of contact lenses
To be in sight, oh And gray blocks, oh, sometimes even my own shadow scares me
It’s not that I’m afraid of everything, although I don’t know why
Every fu*king morning, I’m afraid of something
And when I start to think that nothing will stop me today
Suddenly I think that it’s an illness, or sudden death

[Verse 2]
I’m afraid of trucks, I’m afraid of people
I’m afraid to even talk about it
And although the scariest horror is one big nothing for me
I’m afraid of small things, or ordinary days
They chased me with a whole team of baseball bats, organs and organs
Red like cherry wine, blood
I-I-I slept with vampires, they shot and threw

I wasn’t scared of a pregnancy test either, a—

[Chorus]
I’m afraid of needles, ah, And planes, ah And in my eye I’m afraid of contact lenses
To be in plain sight, ah And gray blocks, ah, sometimes even my own shadow scares me
It’s not that I’m afraid of everything, although I don’t know why
Every fu*king morning, I’m afraid of something
And when I start thinking, today nothing will stop me
Suddenly I think that illness, or sudden death

[Verse 3]
No Slender Man, or a Met Gala fit
Or a bad day, or that they stopped
Filming “On the way out”, after the third season
Okay, fu*k, nobody knows what this is
I’m afraid of drill beats And grill smoke
I’m afraid of coc*ine, so please have mercy
The guys who sit on the wall like birds
I’m afraid of the taste of failure