Martyna Jakubowicz - Dom zachodzącego słońca
Tekst :
Ciepła wódka, na piersiach potzmęczenie przyjdzie o świcie
na scenie Czerwone Żelbety
w kolorycie ginie życie
Plany - rzecz ulotna
marzenia łatwo się psują
a życie w dobrobycie
w nagrodę dają zbójom
Od Koluszek aż do Wiednia
miejsca znaleźć nie mogę
kolejka do sedna jest jedna
wszędzie już mają załogę
Mądrzy ludzie mówią nam
że słońce w końcu zgaśnie
więc przechowujmy życia ślad
w baśniach i na taśmie
Od Koluszek aż do Wiednia
miejsca znaleźć nie mogę
kolejka do sedna jest jedna
wszędzie już mają załogę
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
I dont really hate you
Can t take me away
Don t try to handle me
Your not the boy for me
Can t take me away
Don t tell me I m beautiful
I m not available
Don t waste your time, your wishing your life away
Your not my type, I ll...
Don t try to handle me
Your not the boy for me
Can t take me away
Don t tell me I m beautiful
I m not available
Don t waste your time, your wishing your life away
Your not my type, I ll...
Real man
The chicks on high stillettos
Lets get some steam in the kettle
DJ s droppin them bangers
Nobody s checkin your manners
Just give me one hot tune, just give me one hot tune
If I step to you
will you let me through
Can I get next...
Lets get some steam in the kettle
DJ s droppin them bangers
Nobody s checkin your manners
Just give me one hot tune, just give me one hot tune
If I step to you
will you let me through
Can I get next...
Past day
Well, this past day, darlin
I don t have to cry no more
Well, this past day, darlin
I don t have to cry no more
Well, i found my baby
Don t have to walk from door to door
Well, i look around me
Lord, my baby can t be found
Well, i look around...
I don t have to cry no more
Well, this past day, darlin
I don t have to cry no more
Well, i found my baby
Don t have to walk from door to door
Well, i look around me
Lord, my baby can t be found
Well, i look around...
Lost in the stars
Before Lord God made the sea and the land,
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand.
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand,
And one little star fell alone.
Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night...
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand.
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand,
And one little star fell alone.
Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night...
Those were the days
Was all by myself in never never land
Searching my soul in the desert sand
Memories of the past
Trying to show me the way
But I was too blind to see
And much too afraid
Those were the days
When...
Searching my soul in the desert sand
Memories of the past
Trying to show me the way
But I was too blind to see
And much too afraid
Those were the days
When...