freon pro8l3m lyrics english

GeForce PRO8L3M Lyrics English

[Verse 1: Oskar]
Later they lie looking at the ceiling, it harmonizes in such fairy tales
Szlugi, then another, Lucky Strike circles
On the floor a pile of clothes: panties, jacket, Nike’s, Lycra

On the opposite building, the inscription blinks and pisses off ” Night Club “
Darkness and that neon, the air frosty like freon
And this nightclub opposite is called” Kameleon ”

One is the purest sex like SZ Alfa Romeo
They should teach it in schools, fuck, I will give a program to high schools
Hundreds of thoughts rush and sweat to salt he is cold

Breathe can barely through the senses tarnished by bullets A
state that only people so close achieve
On their lips they have a taste sharper than Harissa

Whisper – do not say anything, stay, do not say anything, stay
dresses without a word, how come in this place, will come again abyss
feeling devouring, so lepiеj kill them
crowd the club wzbiеra like them to breakups hatred

[Chorus: David Podsiadło]
Salty bite, flutter of eyelashes, crooked fingers, I want greedily
Interior walls, a stream of tears, I will die in the coat of your photos

[Verse 2: Oscar]
They meet after years, as in such fairy tales
Game, George Michael, slug, but joints first with Lucky They
Remember Strike – a pile of clothes: panties, jacket, Nike’s, Lycra

Only in the building opposite, “Fight Club” blinks proudly.
They are so stubborn again, they go to the ground floor without words
Treating life again the same as their fear – half-joking

They want to be together again, to whisper words again like a mantra
Have lips slightly open and traces on the skin are worn
And now as simple as possible – breath, bedding smells like vanilla
Again they don’t ask, say without knowing your as surnames and names The

world hates them again, let them kill
them, let them burn them, so their health Rakija
Shame aside, flow like the night in your rhythm, in spite

No libretos, no rules, no Victoria’s Secret, no stress
In this evening to deceive the everyday life of his glitter To be
silent like flames, in their background to be again enfant terrible

[Chorus: Dawid Podsiadło]
Salty bite, flutter of eyelashes, crooked fingers, I want greedily
Interior walls, a stream of tears, I will die in the coat of your photos

 

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