HuczuHucz - Adresat Nieznany

I wrote a letter but did not even know your name
Do not know anything a anything about you, but does that make a difference?
Today tell you about my problems, of words full of
After the ashes of like WENA in my of dreams alley running
Burnt by again in darkness they hide their faces from people
Time has changed everyday to avoid of burns
(bad bad) and it's not about the sun
Race for happiness is like an attack bearing in back defender
Various stimuli are forcing us to change
We have no freedom, and if we are to we drink
And so we know truth about which Bible does not write
And in each vat each already your niche chose
You do not believe, because you believe that crap, or because you're afraid
I was looking for of words in the clouds, but life is not a comic
I know like painful it is to carry the weight of experience
Look into the heart, even though I know they do not want there to look ...

As to the life, there is no universal tips
I only know how to lose out, I do not know How are pick up from my knees
Hope - she just today us to has been
Few changes around to like a quiz and Karwa
Howdy small, again I ask what's up, 'cause
Despite the fact that I try I can not breathe you today
And you me, I understand ... well, I do not understand
Draw me to the canvas in the late afternoon
Cruel to say goodbye, because the paint already dried up
Today vodka after the pubs to the mouth of my bartender
pour (pour), which I call life
But why? It's more of a realist than a dreamer ...
At night I will not be ran around the half of the station
I insisted on a shelf to put bottles and caps
Up pissed off and go to sleep and forget souvenirs
Simple, but it's easier to go the city on Friday to war

If silence was with gold, rather, I would be a poet
Is neither a little, especially when my phone is silent
With one more step, I could kill you
But the perfection already learned to hurt yourself
I can feel it in the air like in a song of Phil Collins
But thankfully per thoughts in here does not close the police - yet
Today I go out every once more often on szluga
I do not think I became convinced that the heart does not servant
I hate in me one of these planets
After the her dark side, which resets the morning every day
I have Stockholm syndrome, where the kidnapped me cry
Because elevator the seemingly you can not just fall, this
I will be saying goodbye as if it were a prayer
My holy relics again I find at the counter
I do not know who you are, and nothing about you and nothing
Please open the envelope and take a peek at this letter ...