Jest Wszystko Tak Samo, a Jednak Nie Tak.

Shadows creep in from the tree at noon
The air above the ground shimmers and shakes
Once again the clock forgot to chime twelve
Everything's the same, yet not quite

Time's stuck halfway like a tired man
In the branches, the wind paused with a sigh
Just like back then, just like back then
Everything's the same, yet not quite

Everything's the same, yet not quite

With chamomile sparks, the grass burns down
And in me, the memory doesn't fade, but stays
And I return, lifting your image in my mind
Everything's the same, yet not quite

Everything's the same, yet not quite