Koniec Świata lyrics (English Translation) – Fokus

🤼 [Verse 1: Rahim]
You already think it’s over because a glitch came into your mind.
You’re rubbing your temples for nothing—your hands are sweating, switch.
What kind of contortions are these? You enter the clinch,
And you practice wrestling again. Not a bad Grinch!

Because life is not a vacation—you get a twist every step of the way,
And a classic like Alchemist blows you right in the face.
Something is hanging around your streak like a dyed fox—
A party of sharp schizophrenias. Rest In Peace!

Every thought is matter, so it can be melted down,
And every whim throws up new clues.
Do you think it’s a lottery? Which you draw fate?
Be careful what you ask for—you will get it under your feet.

And since you are still there, it means that you are still holding on,
And the world hasn’t collapsed. It’s not a cherub rap.
The curtain doesn’t fall down—the hair just goes up.
It’s not a game over synapses, not a board finale at all.

🌍 [Chorus: Focus]
Only the end of the world—it will be the end of the world.
It’s you and your avatar in random robes.
It’s all like an installment, and there’s nothing to cry about,
Because every loss has a chance to give you back.

And only the end of the world—that will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—that will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—that will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—that will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—it will be the end of the matchmaker.

🎨 [Verse 2: Focus]
Sorry—a little more humility. Change yourself—the world is sick.
This sword is for monsters. I’ll fuck up on your story.
No, I don’t want to know—cry.
I’m going back to my tracks, where the true colors are.

There are still colors in the sky.
I raise my eyebrow slightly—something that’s crazy, isn’t it?
It turned out that people were spoiling my blood
To make it seem like it was their fault—but it’s not.

I tense up, take a deep breath—nothing happened, mockery, and then there’s moss.
I fly there like a leviathan, a frigate at a regatta,
In cars and squares, in crazy atmosphere,
And he throws me around like Satan when I fold it like a hangman.

I look around the world around me—if I don’t know, I ask the house.
Luna—a beautiful glow when your house is on fire.
Tuna—the mint of lightning, a lover in dramas.
Paying off autotune—the marten brothers are joking.

I have some left after many years—it’s a private crusade.

💀 [Verse 3: Punishment]
Brother, look at how the fight is going.
I wasn’t supposed to be there—apparently it was the end of the world for me.
Why are you afraid? But I’m just shooting at you with 47 Ak’a.
Your baby girl disappeared—she got hurt by—

Perfect composure, because that’s in the plans. I was about to beat the shit out of me—
They were making me look like haha—it was the end of the world for me.
And there were about fifteen people at the ORW concert:
Me, the rain, my dear, and dreams of fulfilling fate.

When I was lying there puking and had no plans for anything,
I said, “Why all these efforts? I can’t live after all.”
And I’m still alive. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Think about it—a wish is flying, a shooting star.

R-A-P—too bad. What’s wrong? Why zero?
Eh, your end of the world will come eventually.
I’m charging through hell—hot as fuck.
Either lava or fuck you—it’s none of your business! Kara!

🌍 [Chorus: Focus]
Only the end of the matchmaker—this will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—this will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—this will be the end of the matchmaker.
Only the end of the matchmaker—this will be the end of the matchmaker.

🥊 Lyrics Meaning & Emotional Core

This song is a raw, philosophical battle cry against despair. It argues that the “end of the world” we fear is often just a personal crisis, a “glitch in the mind,” and that true resilience lies in continuing to fight.

Core Theme: The Personal Apocalypse
The song’s central idea is that we often mistake our personal crises for the end of the world. Rahim’s opening verse describes the feeling: a glitch in the mind, sweating hands, entering a clinch with life. But he insists: “And since you are still there, it means that you are still holding on, and the world hasn’t collapsed.” The crisis is real, but it is not the finale. The curtain hasn’t fallen; it’s just your hair standing on end.
Wrestling with Life
The wrestling metaphors are powerful. Life is not a vacation; it’s a match where you constantly enter the clinch, practice your moves, and face opponents. The “Grinch” reference adds a layer of dark humor—you might feel like a bitter, isolated figure, but even that is part of the struggle.
Thought as Matter
“Every thought is matter, so it can be melted down.” This is a profound statement. Thoughts are not ephemeral; they have weight, substance, and can be transformed. The “clues” that every whim throws up are opportunities to understand oneself and the world.
The Lottery of Fate
The warning about the lottery is crucial: “Be careful what you ask for, you will get it under your feet.” Desires have consequences. What you wish for may arrive not as a gift but as a challenge, something to navigate and survive.
The Chorus’s Mantra
The chorus is a hypnotic repetition of “Only the end of the world—it will be the end of the world” and then the puzzling shift to “the end of the matchmaker.” A matchmaker brings people together. The “end of the matchmaker” could mean the end of connections, of fate’s interventions, of the forces that pair us. It’s a bleak image—the ultimate loneliness. But the line “Because every loss has a chance to give you back” offers a counterpoint: loss is not final; it contains the seed of return.
True Colors
Focus’s verse speaks of returning to “where the true colors are,” a search for authenticity in a world that feels sick. The image of people spoiling his blood to make him seem at fault is a powerful metaphor for manipulation and gaslighting. He sees through it.
Leviathan and Frigate
The imagery of flying like a “leviathan” (a sea monster) and a “frigate at a regatta” suggests immense power and purpose, moving through chaos with direction. Being thrown around “like Satan” while folding like a “hangman” (a game of execution) captures the violent, disorienting nature of the struggle.
The Burning House
“Luna—a beautiful glow when your house is on fire.” This is a haunting image. There is beauty even in destruction, a strange glow when everything you know is burning. It’s a reminder that perspective can transform even disaster.
Private Crusade
After years, what remains is a “private crusade”—a personal mission that no one else may understand or share. This is the individual’s war, fought alone but with conviction.
Punishment’s Survival
The final verse is a raw testimony of hitting rock bottom: lying and puking, with no plans, questioning why he even tries. But the answer is the oldest cliché, made real by experience: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” He is still alive, charging through hell, hot as lava. The end of the world will come eventually—but not today.

In essence, this song is a manifesto of resilience in the face of personal apocalypse. It acknowledges the pain, the confusion, the moments when it feels like the world is ending. But it insists that as long as you are still standing, the world hasn’t collapsed. Loss contains the seed of return. The fight continues. And even when your house is on fire, there is a beautiful glow. This is not a song of triumph but of survival—gritty, unglamorous, and relentless.

Koniec Świata lyrics (English Translation) – Fokus

🥊 Lyrics Meaning & Emotional Core

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