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I'm leaving, don't stand in my way
Only vodka can calm my nerves
God, I don't know any other way anymore
I fight myself and the entire world
I'd like to change something but I also don't want to
I know, that I don't know anything
The best days are escaping us exactly now
Fine, you want to drink too, you can defile yourself
Men feel the things I feel
I need this right now
Zero questions, give me your hand
Krzysiek (Magda) roll up your dress
Who told you it would be easy?
I respect the days when it goes easy for me
Life, today you're drinking, don't sleep
Hello, come on crazy, I'm waiting here for you, drinking
Jesus Christ, what am I doing?
Wojtek, Sokół is a happy man
 
When your friend turns out to be a whore
When your ass turned out to be a bitch
When your business turned out to be a flop
Dance, go to the prom rich
 
When your life turned out to be death
When your fate turned out to be a joke
If this text became a prophecy
Dance, seriously, go to the ball
 
It is not sad to be rich
The end is the beginning, what do you think?
I know it's hard to get rid of bad thoughts
To find love in hate
What is what? How much truth is in it?
Don't listen to what I say - jokes
I run away from myself
I smile deeply, outside broadly
Because I really stifled it within myself
Why? What for? What am I doing here?
I'm not asking anymore, I'm looking at her tits
Emptiness in the eyes, everything is over
The party goes on, tradition, a turn
I can bend steel, I can break free
I love this rush, it's a boy's feeling
Look, life is beautiful
Don't think about what will be tomorrow because your heart will burst
If you still have it
At the end of the hall I see a beautiful face
What's in it? in thrust out pussies
I do not ask in vodka drunk in buckets
Today some greet Willa Rosa
I go out and I'm over it
I feel like going on a walk anywhere
A happy man, Sokół, Wojtek
 
When your friend turns out to be a whore
When your ass turned out to be a bitch
When your business turned out to be a flop
Dance, go to the prom rich
 
When your life turned out to be death
When your fate turned out to be a joke
If this text became a prophecy
Dance, seriously, go to the ball
 
It is not sad to be rich
The end is the beginning, what do you think?
I know it's hard to get rid of bad thoughts
To find love in hate
What is what? How much truth is in it?
Don't listen to what I say - jokes
 
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