[Verse 1: O.S.T.R.]
What a fucking luck, I swear to myself
This is the last time danger man
Time to get lost, it's a matter of the patient
For the daytime darkness flows like steam on the windows
I have to get rid of the CD, these papers, because of them
I don't want to meet anyone, you better not say where I am
Cross the road quickly to disappear around the bend
Control my pain, nothing scares me
Which could send my plans back to hell again
Don't be afraid, I know where I'm running, I've known these walls since I was a child
From the arcade to the centers, Sienkiewicza against the tide
By connecting courtyards, Łódź brings me freedom
This is how I hide non-stop, walking in the shadow of these walls
Desire for a tariff, cancel thinking style
A matter of reason, every move every step
God give me strength, because it is a nightmare for my legs
A dark figure between the buildings
Where love and hate are broken for the heart
I keep in touch what's behind me
If we make a mistake, one day they will win it
Evidence of the crime must be disposed of
So a record, papers, so that no one can prove it
The evil agony of this world and evil
As if saying nothing and so Satan knows us
What a fucking luck, I swear to myself
This is the last time danger man
Time to get lost, it's a matter of the patient
For the daytime darkness flows like steam on the windows
I have to get rid of the CD, these papers, because of them
I don't want to meet anyone, you better not say where I am
Cross the road quickly to disappear around the bend
Control my pain, nothing scares me
Which could send my plans back to hell again
Don't be afraid, I know where I'm running, I've known these walls since I was a child
From the arcade to the centers, Sienkiewicza against the tide
By connecting courtyards, Łódź brings me freedom
This is how I hide non-stop, walking in the shadow of these walls
Desire for a tariff, cancel thinking style
A matter of reason, every move every step
God give me strength, because it is a nightmare for my legs
A dark figure between the buildings
Where love and hate are broken for the heart
I keep in touch what's behind me
If we make a mistake, one day they will win it
Evidence of the crime must be disposed of
So a record, papers, so that no one can prove it
The evil agony of this world and evil
As if saying nothing and so Satan knows us
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