Summit, Pt. 2 (Outro) - Quadeca

When the sky was undone

And the clouds looked like every crumpled page

I left unsung

Taste it on my tongue, it’s facing towards me

Reminds me, there’s someone still waiting for me

When the air stretches thin

And your lungs feel like glass

Days I almost made my last, oh

And what I found

I saw it all when I looked down

The place I’ll return is different now

Before it goes to you, it starts from me

A tam, ta samotność, którą wybiera sam, z własnej woli

Nie traktuje jako coś złego, jest to po prostu zaakceptowana

To jest moment, w którym można się cieszyć tą samotnością

A tym samym cieszyć się powrotem do ludzi

When the sky was undone

And the clouds looked like every crumpled page

I left unsung

Taste it on my tongue, it’s facing towards me

Reminds me, there’s someone still waiting for me

When the air stretches thin

And your lungs feel like glass

Days I almost made my last, oh

And what I found

I saw it all when I looked down

The place I’ll return is different now

Before it goes to you, it starts from me

And there, this loneliness, which he chooses by himself, of his own free will

Don't treat it as a bad thing, it's just accepted

This is the moment where you can enjoy this solitude

And thus enjoy getting back to people