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Stumped the old lady with words shed never heard
Kinda go crazy when Im around her
I see who you are and I know what you want
I know what you have and I know you have not
Met her last summer was the last summer for me

Go on catch fire when you are happy
Go on catch fire when you are mad
If you desire make it a double
I know the troubles you think you have

Who in the world would take someone there
With eyes kinda crossed and a nose way up in the air
I see who it is when I turn the light on
Couldnt pretend no I couldnt hang on
Will the kind owner make a loner of me?

Everyone knows you cant make it cold
Without a cinder a spark will never grow
I see who you are and I know what you want
I know what you have and I know you have not
Met her last summer was the last summer for me

To był ubogi młody muzyk
Pustą miał kieszeń pełną duszę
Stare pianino domu miał
I na tym instrumencie grał
Aż raz gdy zasiadł do pianina
Ze strun zrodziła się dziewczyna
Zrodziła się z piosenki nut
Z melodii którą muzyk wiódł…

Mówiła...

The reason I would stay by your side
and never wanna miss you in the night
I follow you wherever you go
cause I´m lost in your eyes

You make me wanna dream open eyed
and everything you do just feels so right
you gimme all the strength...

You were the seeker
Then you found there s nothing to find
It ll all come down to you in its own good time
No one s the older
No one s the wiser
No one cares
When every step takes you from nowhere
Going from somewhere to here

Your quiet eyes almost vacant
There s no need to...

A może byśmy tak, najmilsza,
wpadli na dzień do Tomaszowa?
Może tam jeszcze zmierzchem złotym
ta sama cisza trwa wrześniowa...

W tym białym domu, w tym pokoju
gdzie cudze meble postawiono,
musimy skończyć naszą dawną
rozmowę, smutnie nie skończoną.

Więc...

Yo! funky miss want you be the one I need
I can show you the world if you touch my dick
come on come on get up onto the floor
and what s for fear f f fear for?

I m crazy it may be
it s fucking all...