It's stuffy here
But my window is closed
I'm drinking wine
And I'm scared to the bones
Woman in white dress
Stands outside
I know so good her name
Things went dark
Right before my eyes
I hear She's coming
Hallo my dear
My name is dead
Don't be afraid
Would you mind if I smoke
You've got five minutes
To pack your clothes
Then we are leaving
You have a right
To make one phone
But then we are leaving
Hallo! Can You help me!
I miss those good ol' times
Just you and me so cool
Sippin' on a cup of joe
Was it one lump dear or two?
An early winter
I miss those good ol' times
When your words were good as bread
And laughs danced around our heads
All snug in a blanket warm
An early winter
Za mądra dla głupich
A dla mądrych zbyt głupia
Zbyt ładna dla brzydkich
A dla ładnych za brzydka
Za gruba dla chudych
A dla grubych za chuda
Za łatwa dla trudnych
A dla łatwych za trudna
Zbyt czysta dla brudnych
A dla czystych za brudna
Zbyt szczecińska dla Warszawy
A dla Szczecina zbyt warszawska
Spróbuj się domyślić gdzie to mam?
No gdzie?
Dokładnie tam
Właśnie tam
Pan wygrał bon
A pani Fiat