W trwodze
W bezradności
W strachu
Przychodzi
Morze – sam je wzburzyłem
Zostawiłem na brzegu ster i kotwicę
Morze nieugaszone – płonące
Siarką kłamstwa…
Uwolnij moje serce
Od złogów
Tłuszczu nieposłuszeństwa
Brudu nieufności
Zmęczenia fałszywym trudem
Wstanę
Masztu uchwycony
Poczekam na ciszę
Twojego przyjścia w chwale.
niedziela, 29 listopada 2009
sobota, 28 listopada 2009
Well she was walking thru the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
(that's all she ever thinks about)
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she says, it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Fly on, Little Wing
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
(that's all she ever thinks about)
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she says, it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Fly on, Little Wing
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