Skubas: Linoskoczek

I walk on fragile ice as belief in miracle
I fight stubbornly for better soil for feet
Rhythm beguiles with dreams me twisted fate
Confident existence stains with promises to me
And I flow, I flow as wave carried leaf
I rise how over road wayside dust

Though I had boldness to upset world backwards
Then he hurls me as rope-dancer wind
And I flow, I flow how wave carried leaf
I rise how over road wayside dust

I wade after water, I stand in it until after belt
When I turn away it blows me in face straight
Hunched to her I feed with belief, that:
Current will bear me in end there, where I want
And I flow, I flow how wave carried leaf
I rise how over road wayside dust