"jak oddzielić nagle serce od rozumu (how to seperate the heart from the mind)
jak usłyszeć siebie pośród spiewu tłumu (how to hear yourself among the crowd's warble)
jak rozpoznać ludzi, których już nie znamy (how to recognize the people we don't know now)
[...]
odpowiedzi szukaj, czasu jest tak wiele" (search for the answers, there's a lot of time)

Marek Grechuta nie żyje.
Marek Grechuta is dead.

He was the man. Extraordinary song-poem's writer. His poetry will stay close with me till the rest of my life.
He died.

"It is kinda fucked up. When he was alive they were never playing his songs on the radio. And now?!"

The fall is the time when so wicked men die.
But Grechuta was someone more.

He said that really important are only these moments that we don't know yet.

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I feel like crying. But I won't cry.