Sobota - Bandycki Raj

The life is forcing me to different vilenesses
I am shrugging my shoulders, the same as each of them
I only trust God until the end
And criminal paradise they still for me are dreaming
Place in which the door is open
And the anxious soul can farther live
Calmly you are getting he is bursting, you are erasing the receipt
And nobody could see the junk room

These are not desires for the star from VIVY
Still it wouldn't go in the TV
and I don't think so is what to surprise
By the table for only you real
Look,
Yes many suddenly will disappear
He could see the peasant
Alone happy, boy
Up head, see
From balntami not to hide
Please yourself, you can help yourself
Because isn't already with what to take over
After all, what here to regret
Since everyone still already on the finish
Zero przypału, I vouch
Of control zero
And the qualifier won't let suckers enter here
But what it for work
Paradise without women's admirations
Calmly men
You love thugs

The life is forcing me to different vilenesses
I am shrugging my shoulders, the same as each of them
I only trust God until the end
and criminal paradise they still for me are dreaming
Place in which the door is open
And the anxious soul can farther live
Calmly you are getting he is bursting, you are erasing the receipt
And nobody could see the junk room

There is no such place generally speaking
It of only probably already dreaming
Not to experience pain and suffering
Many has a lot for the execution
Ziomuś, don't try to judge nobody
Of then again only accusing enemies
And can be the death of you
Any reason will be enough
You I don't think so you know these obsessions
Rally son of a bitch behave politely
You will pick the bad azimuth
And will be formed dangerously
I will be dreaming and dreamt
Consecutive day absolutely
And if will suffice me of powers
A dream will come true - fabulously
To find the space and the paradise for ziomów
Just in this song
God assist

The life is forcing me to different vilenesses
I am shrugging my shoulders, the same as each of them
I only trust God until the end
And criminal paradise they still for me are dreaming
Place in which the door is open
And the anxious soul can farther live
Calmly you are getting he is bursting, you are erasing the receipt
And nobody could see the junk room
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