I.
Muzyczny wieczór!
II Heartbeats.
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had devine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade
To call for hands from above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
One night of magic rush
The start of simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands from above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
To call for hands from above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
And you, you knew the hand of the devil
But you, kept us away with wolf's teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands from above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
To call for hands from above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
III. Z kisielem na balkonie!
(...)And you, you knew the hand of the devil
But you, kept us away with wolf's teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night (...)
Pozdrawiam!
Paweł Piotr Pisarczyk
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