J U L I A _M A R C E L L _ T a r a n t i n o

If I want to fly
I will make balloons
unter the skin
I will be an android

I will blow up the air
I will make it very well
dut to I am flying above the word
I am looking down on everything
I am flying like a kite

Dandelion clocks, kites, the wind
The IKEA word above
The blue glasses because of TV
Cellulite and Celuloid

When I was a little girl
I was praying for wisdom
Now I am sure
I prefer to be pretty than smart

Wisdom who carry's
It will be too stressful
Foolishness forgive you everybody

On TV - violence
In shopping mall - violence
On women magazine's cover - violence
She's smiling in a bikini
and says have your life by the short and curlies

Dandelion clocks, kites, the wind
The IKEA word above
The blue glasses because of TV
Cellulite and Celuloid

I hear Dear beautiful girl
If you sceary about violence
If you cann't sleep
you won't read bible in the night

Just Tarantino
Do not read , pretty girl
you are too beautiful  on it

mirror mirror on the wall
Why you don't say anything
I am walking on the top of the skyscraper
I am staing here and scrapping the sky

I can no go down from this top
My head cann't reach higher
All the foes in my blood
an I wanna bring them back
an kill them once again

And higher then the Palace of Culture
And I can feel the power quirky
I have a feeling that when I will jump
I do not fall at all

but I will fly liek a kite

N A T A L I A _ S Z R O E D E R _ m i r r o r _ L u s t r a

You are not the same
Just like first time
Everyday I can see it
I have you less and less

Everywhere the mirrors hang
around us
Maybe you still think
I am just the same
Everywhere the mirrors hang
around your words
maybe you can hear about it later
but from other lips.

You are always right
I agres , it's OK
We blame both
Closer me closer me


Everywhere the mirrors hang
around us
Maybe you still think
I am just the same
Everywhere the mirrors hang
around your words
maybe you can hear about it later
but from other lips.

Everywhere the mirrors hang
around your words

Around us, around us ,
around us

Iza Lach LAST JUDGMENT - Sąd ostateczny

Blood starts racing  through veins faster
I do not walk, I run , more reliable
I cann't see anything
I do not think about it, unnecessarily
it makes me curious, wht's happand, if
I open the door, which was closed

Your handshake gives me power
My secret weapon turns down my screem
But I go away
I become dust
Last judgement , step forward step back

Blood starts racing  through veins faster
I do not walk, I run , more reliable
I cann't see anything
I do not think about it, unnecessarily
it makes me curious, wht's happand, if
I open the door, which was closed

I try to incrise from all sides
They lose them sounds, running up the peak
What else , what else
What when there will be no success
They have no power
Last judgement , step forward step back