Oddech [ang.]

I’m breathing you again,

Woken up by birds singing,

Dazzeled by the morning sun

I’m doing nothing. I’m not breathing

It feels like taking drugs of the morning wind,

I’m getting up.

My heat is beating faster at the mere thought,

I’ll see you,

Feel you

Hear you.

I’m doing nothing. I’m not breathing.

And suddenly,

Like a cup of coffee,

I’m getting cold.

I’m doing nothing. I’m not breathing.

And suddenly,

You are not there

There is nothing to breath with.