Because, In Cracow
on Bracka St.* it still rains
Here, the necessity of being
Is just so hard bear
Glued to the wall
I roll those wet rugs
Soaked with tears, instead of rain
And in Cracow
on Bracka St., it still rains
The sink leaks, so sleepy and strained
And the radiator sweats like a pig
And in Cracow
on Bracka St. it still rains
where the mystery of being
makes me contemplate
Hall and kitchen soaked with rain as well
Glued to the wall
I roll those wet rugs
Soaked with tears, instead of rain
*Bracka / (pronounced like Bratz-ka, not.. braka, of course orz ) -> street In Cracow’s Old Town
oh my god I am so sorry for that lousy translation, but I just wanted to approximate you the genius of this song, and I failed miserably I am so sorry orz’
And, I am also sorry for the scrappiness.. It’s supposed to be just a simple sketchy-thing, and well, it is D:
[link] here’s the magnificent original ;u;
All I have to say, that Cracow’s Old Town is an insanely magical place in the evenings ;u;
And I tried to draw just a random guy but I smuggled my vision of Cracow a little bit, I mean the human form, as an OC? Kill me if you’d like, but it’s just my own personal vision, from the bottom of my heart..
ohmygodiamreallytalkingtomuch I’m so sorry! orz’
