Milczenie Owiec - Ćma

Dressed in the human's shadow, tempting cold night's devils
sickening look enticing the fear,
All yourself trembling, pushes under your tongue pills of the power
to become an anesthesia.

You're killin yourself, involved in foreign's bodies cobweb.
You don' like to stray in the middle of the day,
cause the view of bad woman dazzle each of us.
Only when the moon comes up you know
that straing in it won't be the shame.

Welcome day folding into cubes wreck of men's faith,
washing print's others hands,
smoke in he langs, in the mouth the bitter sip of morning coffee
and a on of drugs to sleep.


You're killin yourself, involved in foreign's bodies cobweb.
You don' like to stray in the middle of the day,
cause the view of bad woman dazzle each of us.
Only when the moon comes up you know
that straing in it won't be the shame. I x2