We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there

swieta, swieta.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone
Setting fire to our insides for fun
To distract our hearts from ever missing them
But I'm forever missing him


You got my attention
You got it all

I can take the trouble
I'll take you on

swieta, swieta i po swietach.


I guess it's time for me to let you go,
And I've been thinkin' about you