Hello guys, but what are you asking about?
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For me, it's another day on the streets
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Although times are not so carefree anymore
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This area raised me, these are Ursynów districts
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Beautiful weather, just like in I raise my head
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Then it was, yeah, '98
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A day like every day and these climates
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And today, how will it be like a few years ago
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Heat is pouring from the sky, we have everything we need
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Bones hot, cooling drinks
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It's only a moment to make a jojo
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Music makes time more pleasant plus food straight from the grill
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This is how it goes until late
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Good coriander just like on my birthday
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The middle of summer, a spot near the block
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I can see the sun reflecting in the window panes
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Hot has power, we have our cold
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Patent here into the ground, a few clods to burn
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Among the concrete blocks, a summer breeze is dormant
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Low pristine blue in the sky today
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In the darkness, probably 30 degrees
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Mega neighborhood heat which warms up the pavement
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That it's soft under our feet, that's how we walk
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Or, for a change, we ride scooters
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We do what we like
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Another frozen brewery in hand
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Ursynów area, where Kena Avenue is |
However, we prefer to roam around
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Mor W.A. |
immerses itself in the regional courtyards
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Pour from the sky, and we're going like a storm
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... unfamiliar areas, shortcuts, I know them by heart ...
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... raise my head ...
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... it's all from the heart, good stuff turns us on ...
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...just like every day...I'm up and running again...
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…have questions? |
nothing to take, nothing to add...
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Hey, man, I raise my head and let the smoke out
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The breeze is good, because it is a concrete jungle
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Ursynów blocks are all entwined in ivy
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When the concrete melts, these backyards turn green
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We on the walls, we on the schools, we on benches and junctions
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Social life here flourishes with a necropolis
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Everyone is fucking hot, everyone is looking for excitement
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Unfortunately, often what is good is illegal
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Hard, nice, hard, great
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In the eyes in five flavors at 20 be by the subway
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Some are knocking on the chicken to warm up
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Come on, let's break this chorus
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In Imielin, where Ursynów's heart is
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I raise my head and see the sky over another continent
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If it's cloudless, it's just as beautiful everywhere
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And, just like every day, I'm on the move again, not like an ordinary passerby |
Although 10 years older, it doesn't change much
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Only certain priorities and certain events
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And, instead of a sports field, we are also separated by an ocean
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You will no longer meet me on the stairs under the furniture on this sunny day
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I walk with my daughter along suburban alleys
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So much is behind us, although I have a wonderful life, sometimes I live in memories
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Although I have a wonderful wife, I often miss my homies
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But I know we'll meet soon
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In our area between our blocks
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…day like everyday…
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There's nothing like a relaxing day to greet
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Spend it on the streets, whiz around the districts
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There is no like going around the fields
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In their surroundings with familiar faces
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100% legitimate source of our knowledge
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It never dries out like oligocene
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This is our music on our streets
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I raise my head, I love to breathe here
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In the nearby windows, a Polish note is rumbling
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It can be heard well, we are proud of it
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Never forget afternoons in the square
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Nor about evenings on those enchanted ones
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Territories Z.I.P. Territories, Mor W. A
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Let the eternal glory guide us |
...in Warsaw it will be hot, it will be 40 degrees...
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…day like everyday…
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...this gives me satisfaction, relaxation...
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…day like everyday…
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…I enjoy my health, I use the moment…
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…day like everyday… |