Correction Paroles Taco Hemingway - 900729 (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) par Taco Hemingway

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900729 - this is how my PESEL number begins
I have a mustache like PSL, leather, jacket and sweater
I have distortion in my lungs, and I have a briefcase in my hand
With the microphone, I'll spit a verse, live like laissez faire
Thoughts clatter against bones, like a Steed tapping against a snare drum
I enter the heights as bold as a two-year-old on a piece of furniture
And those hyenas were barking again, instead of climbing my rung
Instead of stuttering Joachim, you better get on my le-level
I multiply these songs, meiosis, mitosis and scream like some huge dinosaur
And when I leave, it should be mourning, because me and the microphone: Tupolev and birch
I am marrying the city and I am bringing my dowry, the Soul of Biggie and Cześk Miłosz
All I want to do in life are poems, but my heart sweats, prose flows out
I spit passion, you don’t feel this passion
And you act like you are and this mask spoils you
My lungs are chained, this asthma stings me again
I and my lungs love you and you neglect us

Well, do you remember ...
How did you say you love me?
How did you say you love me?
Like you said that me ...
This dream covers the lungs like moss
Id, ego, superego - 0.7 out of three
Well, do you remember ...
How did you say you love me?
How did you say you love me?
Like you said that me ...
The avalanche of thoughts flies to the brow
Id, ego, superego - 0.7 out of three
What a bad luck

I'm calling you at four in the morning
Winter rains outside, so I'm rather flooded
I want to kiss you and examine your skull and eyes
And keep going until spring, sorry, these are my plans
Seven billion people in the world, probably just sheep
And I, the Lamb of God, can you caress my wounds?
You have to stick me together again and again, I’m constantly kidnapped
You are a dream, nightmares around, I am constantly asleep
Write me back, because I will cry here until morning, I appear out of nowhere like a mirage
World control is guaranteed, so you'll be Michelle, me Barack Obama (Barack Obama!)
You were so loved to me, the drama, now we lost contact
So I walk around the city drunk and barely fit in it, I keep bustling around
I keep getting confused, someday I will find myself in confession
I keep spitting lava out my throat, your heart glacier
I think you picked up the phone, I can hear you breathe in! Take a say
You say: "f**k off"
I go on with a heavy head like ZOMOwiec

My friends are doing business and I'm still nobody
They are common and I am still wild
They put the Vans in the closet, slowly wearing shoes
And they get serious, they suddenly call their p*ss "urine"
I run around town and chase you all the time
I run like a headless chicken or like a reserve footballer
I'm afraid to see you, so I drown these nerves in my drinks
I have nerves of steel! Though probably not the stainless one
I followed you and saw a lot
Like how you disappear with him in a cheap taxi
For example, when you walk like a real deity and your step is clearly swayed with vodka
I saw him too, he was walking around town, he looked creepy hunting for the sky
He lay on the ground and sang about the Polish Football Association and places swallowed by the past
I saw a broken heart, I saw my legs running
Me, you and Piotr ... This Warsaw trio, me and my Weltschmerz, I don't know what to do
That black dress of yours, face buried in your hands
On my face make-up and torment, I write these words and my heart breaks
A face so beautiful that I kneel
And in my head a song, I go to the studio, songs attract me
I will describe the Warsaw triangle, me and you, you and me and this cap
I will describe dirt and luxury, money spent on water and caviar
I go to the studio ... One last breath
This town still smells like slug and cauliflower

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