poli woli...biegać na bosaka po trawie. i biegać na bosaka po trawie. i może jeszcze biegać na bosaka po trawie. a jak już się zmęczy, to chodzić na bosaka po trawie. już półmetek lata - za szybko.
You were a child Crawling on your knees toward it Making momma so proud, But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing, You pick the insects off plants No time to think of consequences Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted To be haunted The water is warm But it’s sending me shivers A baby is born Crying out for attention The memories fade Like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made And not bought, But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot. I guess not (MGMT)
