A warm spring night I pass the pillars
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Trains run upstairs, the wall is marked by Keramik
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At the hospital where Piotrek once lay
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Sleeping Powiśle, the fork of Solec and Dobra
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I like to wander around the city, you know that very well
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By the light of the lanterns to think of my city
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And I hope you are not afraid of the rain
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Get out of the house, find peace in the air
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In the rain of the city, breath, drops on the face
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I turn my sleepless nights into nights full of inspiration
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Somewhere in the city, a brother in his taxi
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He cuts the fog with lights, someone maybe over the letters
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He tries to chase sleep away, stares at the ceiling
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He is trying to make sense or he wants to force himself to sleep
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Someone has dumped someone, someone is crying, someone is making love, someone is beating
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Someone takes the stress away by dancing
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Give me your hand, let's go for a walk
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A warm, spring night in Warsaw that cries for us
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Walk through the streets, avenues, squares
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On a spring night that cries
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Come with me, together we will welcome the day on the Vistula River
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Tomorrow is a mystery, but anything can happen tonight
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I live for moments like this when you take a breath of air
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And you scream for a moment please be eternal
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I'm audacious, cheeky, greedy and what?
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Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to see everything
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I feed the ever-hungry belly of passion
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Together with Erato, words on the way to immortality
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Maybe it's weird, but I like nights
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I like the darkness that grows when the sun disappears
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In a dream you visit a world like from a fairy tale
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I tread the streets, inking empty pages
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The third is already showing the watches
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Drops are dripping, tears are flowing, someone is looking in someone's eyes
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Electric air, full of emotions in your room
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When you listen to the effects of the night
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I hear footsteps, someone has grown out of the underground, I can hear
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Good evening, documents, take your hands out of your pockets |