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Nie płacz, Ewka
Don't Cry Eve Babe
Don't cry, Eve babe, there's no room here
for your women's tears.
The wind is blowing along the Love Street
among the shattered windows.
Look, the poets has squandered cute sense of truth in threir games
They're sending out S.O.S. in half-liter empty bottles to the world right now
Farewell to you all
I know now I won't be able to handle all of the urgent matters
I'm going alone to just
where they're waiting for me
I've had a few friends there for years who
I always sing and play for
I bid you farewell once more
We won't ever meet again
Humdrum of life is friendship's hangman;
a burst of thin thread
The ultimate in dreams is a TV set, fancy furniture, Fiat 126p
Hey, you my prophets of the angry years
aren't you getting fat
You're in money's clutches now and
you got betrayal tongued
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Inez Kiborsubmitted on 22 May 2022 - 16:09
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