It's been a long time, this child's world
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He lives in us all the time
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Carefree existence of adult children
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There's nothing like going back to the old garbage x2
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Planted on the outskirts of the city
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The whole estate is bathed in concrete
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Families assigned here
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Often with many children, born by housing presidents
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Human episodes that arouse agreement and disagreement
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To this day, unbreakable friendships
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Only then everybody had an imagination
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Kids hungry for excitement
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Everyone was just striving to fulfill their innermost dreams
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Regardless of the consequences
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On the borderline of exposure, there were anecdotes from the youngest age
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Mother kept saying - you don't fit in this riffraff
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I had no desire to hear it
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I took the junk and I'm already running to the courtyard
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Żeleźniaki, maściaki standard not just any
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We were doing well as kids
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We put our whole neighborhood on our feet (simple)
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Our parents were shocked when we brought it
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The first money earned honestly goes home
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We didn't appropriate it, we shared it with them
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It was a real treat for all of us |
Brought up on cards, the action continues
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Many slip-ups at school, at interviews
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My mother had to listen to all these comments about me
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For example, she had to scold me later
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However, this was not a method
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It was this area that raised me above all
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I will never regret it, art block, vis a vis Beijing
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Parents at work, children left unattended
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It's been a long time, this child's world
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He lives in us all the time
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Carefree existence of adult children
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There's nothing like going back to the old garbage
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I look at the clock, in my mind I turn back the hands
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I can see my housing estate from the time of elementary school
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All the familiar places that made me feel small
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A large square in front of the block, with a tree growing in the middle
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There we threw hawthorn (and climbed among vines)
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I have a lot in common with this place, where I am stoned with my colleagues
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We set fire to saltpeter between flower beds made of concrete
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Nobody wanted to go back home as it was before dusk
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The days were carefree then, and life was so beautiful
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Although more and more aware every year |
More and more time spent away from home
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First earnings and first cigarettes burned
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do you remember bro? |
(sure I remember)
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Like a cut from the construction site, he was on our heels
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Breakneck escapades for the construction of the subway
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And the foundations of the church, who needed a school to be happy at that time
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Who attended lessons when there were bigger attractions around
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Those were good times, good times
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It was a good place (It was a good place)
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When I walk around this area
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I think back to the sidewalk
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This is where I took my first steps
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These are the trails blazed through our legs
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Over time, roads were covered with asphalt
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What those times were, donalds for bucks
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Under the pewex from the money changers
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And the first bronzes - Warka in barrels on scales
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And Asia Cichodajka is on her knees, life is a fairy tale
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Rascal thought what to do here and wasted no time
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Just to glide with the crew on roller skates
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Pop at a Varsovian, and some kind of party
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A monkey bottle for anything
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Back then, no one knew what coke was
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Samantha Fox and Sabrina Salermo were on top
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Colourphones, Unitra stereo, party till midnight |
After returning home, there is a rave
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The old ones put up a barrier again
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And dude on the giant, we had to kick the food
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And from day to day, unexpectedly
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Adult life greeted me
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But I will never forget my childhood
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It is in me that the carefree existence of adult children lives
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There's nothing like going back to the old garbage
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It's been a long time, this child's world
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He lives in us all the time
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Carefree existence of adult children
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There's nothing like going back to the old garbage x |