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Bastards

Pretty boy, pretty boy what winds bring you here this is our place We don't like your sort oh, no! the toughest sailors tear our gang the bloodiest man give way 'cause in this place it's first 'cause in this place it's knife that rules get out befor...

Crystall Ball

i'm feeling like a hamster closed in a crystall ball i'm running round and round and all around is known the world is spinning around i'm getting sick of it all again those smiling faces i want to scream, but no! what can be inspiration and dreams,...

Elusive Lights

among the elusive lights among the elusive lights on the trace of shooting stars the trace of shooting stars treasures lay untold treasures lay untold untravelled secrets lay untravelled secrets lay mysteries to be found in the maze of light trea...

Journey of Dreams

when you clear the trails of forests and seas you always know, always waiting more this amazing power pushing you still you'll never return to the place where you came from thousands of miles drawn on the map this amazing power pushing you still the...

Lullaby

Lay down and relax you've come a long way in your eyes I'll cuddle you softly, only you and I'll make you feel fine I'm kissing your neck, so tensed from fear I don't want to stop, but it's so unreal sleep, sleep now my darling... don't think about...

One Million Glasses

dotykam słuchem zapach twój zamykam oczy - czuję blask pamiętam smakiem cały świat świat zmysłów pełen tak widziałem tej muzyki dźwięki zapomnieć chciałem, bełem się otulił w końcu mnie twój wzrok wilgotny obraz zamilkł już 

Walk Away

I wandered for some time but I can't find myself I don't know who I am and where is my place... I'm walking away and I want to know where I'm walking away everything's shrouded in mystery of existence I must find sense I'm walking away I'm passin...

You May Try

you may try as hard as you like but you'll never ever find what you sought fate is too featherlike to grasp in weary hand