Soul make-up removal will rub the rock to dust
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In fragility I will find my strength
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I will sharpen my senses and shed tears on the Vistula River
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I will float away with it for a while
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All the mascara and rose cheeks had washed off
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Because it was not my painting, but a mirage
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I keep the memories, the rest of them change
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Here and now
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Make-up removal
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I am the Vistula, dirty but still water
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Disco everywhere, it's hard to be a Polish liver
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They pour and poison the sewage with muddy soda
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Like a leprous stream, I carry what was fashionable
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Nevertheless, I follow my path and remain myself
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You won't turn me back with your stick
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You won't find a stick with the funnel
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What will confuse you in your head
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I know that loneliness is killing me
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So you are a powerful whore
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Like on hot rakija days
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The trends of the foil envelop you and envelop you every day
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Like the passing time, like a shadow, you miss the truth about yourself
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Immerse yourself in my stream
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It's time to remove your makeup
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One day in your life you have to choose a platform
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A mistake loops us in the monotony of how
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Everyone has an attraction to something, because everyone is a pearl
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We have a plan, but human wake up like a hangover
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At the train station, the hustle and bustle of renovations deceive
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The announcer's message drowns out the gray drill
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And the heart knows the truth about us
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There is a stereotype because in the heart
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Realize your destiny yourself
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And send his dreams with an envelope
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Turn back time
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What is not finished with the offer
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Life by the offer
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Make-up removal!
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Everyone has a treasure inside
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The gift of seeking worth |