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900-7-2-9 - that's how my PESEL1starts
I have a PSL2 mustache again, a leather, a jacket and a sweater
The overdrive is romping my lungs, a briefcase in my hand
Together with a mic, I'll spit with verses, let me live laissez faire lifestyle3
The thoughts knock bones like Rumak knocking into the drums
I climb up the heights in audacity like a 2 year-old climbs up furniture
Those hyenas kept barking instead of climbing my rung
Instead of stuttering Joachim, better reach my le-level4
I multiply these songs, meiosis, mitosis and I scream like some kind of giant dinosaur.
But when I leave, better everyone be in mourning cause me and a mic are like a Tupolev and a birch5
All I want to do is poems, however my heart is sweating while the prose is pouring out.
I split passion but you don't feel this passion
And you don't act like yourself and this mask spoils you
My lungs are tied with a lasso, the asthma is itching again
Me and my lungs love you but you neglect us
And do you remember?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you....
This dream grows over lungs like moss
Id, ego, superego - 0,7 divided into three
And do you remember?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you....
An avalanche of thoughts floods my head
Id, ego, superego - 0,7 divided into three
(What a shame)
I'm calling you at about 4 A.M.
There are wintry rains outside, so I'm being soaked
I wanna kiss you and examine your skull and eyes
And I wouldn't stop till spring - sorry, those are my plans.
Seven billion people in this world, they are just lambs
But I'm a Lamb of God, can you take away my wounds?
You have to glue me back together again and again, I'm constantly torn apart
You are a dream around nightmares, I'm constantly sleepy
Text back or I'll cry until the morning, I show up out of nowhere like fata morgana
Control over the world is guaranteed so you'll be Michelle and I'll be Barack Obama (Barack Obama!)
You were so dear to me, what a pity, we've lost contact,
So I walk drunk around the city and I barely fit in it, I'm everlastingly bustling around
I keep getting tangled up, one day I'll go to confession
I keep spitting lava out of my throat but your heart is a glacier
Apparently you picked up phone, I hear your breath, say something
You're saying: "Fuck off",
I continue going with a ZOMOvian's8 heavy head
And do you remember?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you....
This dream grows over lungs like moss
Id, ego, superego - 0,7 divided into three
And do you remember?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you love me?
When you had said you....
An avalanche of thoughts floods my head
Id, ego, superego - 0,7 divided into three
My friends do business and I'm still no one
They keep civilising and I'm still the wild one
They had put Vans into the closet, and slowly started wearing lace up shoes
and are becoming serious, they call piss "urine" now.
I'm running around the city and chasing you nonstop
I'm running like a headless chicken or a reserve player
I'm afraid of seeing you so I drown my nerves in drinks
My nerves are made of steel but not the stainless one
I followed you and I saw a lot
(For example) as you disappear with him in a cheap cab
(For example) as you walk like a true goddess, and your step is clearly rocked by vodka
I saw him either, he was walking around the city, he looked disgusting, hunting the sky
He was lying on the ground and singing about PZPN9 and places swallowed by the past
I saw broken hearts, I saw running legs.
Me, you and Piotr, this Warsaw dolt, me and my Weltschmerz10, don't know what to do
Your black dress, face buried in your hands
Make up and misery on your face, while I'm writing this words my heart is being shattered
The face is so gorgeous that I kneel
And a song playing in my head, I'm going to studio, songs lure me,
I'll describe Warsaw Triangle, me and you, you and me and this thug
I'll describe the dirt and the luxury, the money spent on vodka and caviar
I enter the studio, one last breath,
This city still smells like a fag and a cauliflower
- 1. PESEL - national identification number used in Poland
- 2. PSL - centre-right Polish political party
- 3. laissez faire - the policy of leaving things to take their own course, without interfering.
- 4. Joachim Lelewel - Polish politician // a wordplay technique was used with his name
- 5. reference to Polish Air Force Flight 101 plane crash also known as "Smolensk Catastrophe"
- 6. Biggie - was an American rapper. He is widely considered one of the greatest rappers of all time.
- 7. Czesław Miłosz - Polish poet, Nobel winner, regarded as one of the great poets of the 20th century
- 8. ZOMOwiec - paramilitary-police functionary during the communist era in Poland
- 9. PZPN - the governing body of association football in Poland
- 10. Weltschmerz - a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness
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