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Megalomania

In this place, they flout the law,
The regime and the quiet time,
We are in urgent need of an injection,
But, at the nuthouse, the doctor was crucified.
 
Nobody will take us alive,
We are the Deep Nation, brave and strong,
We are great and mighty people,
But we are all seriously ill.
 
Citizens, we are sick -
We will burn if not cured,
Comrades, we have to recover -
We suffer from delusions of grandeur.
 
Megalomania,
Megalomania,
Megalomania,
Country’s delusions of grandeur.
 
With hope we’re watching the screen,
Awaiting the command: “sic’em, fass!!”
We’re all getting the treatment from the sick charlatan
Via mass television seance.
 
We’re generous, we’re kind, we’re strong,
We do not want the war,
But, we’ll stand, one and all,
To defend our great country!
 
Citizens, we are sick,
We will be burned if not cured,
Comrades, we have to recover -
We suffer from delusions of grandeur.
Megalomania,
Megalomania,
Megalomania,
Country’s delusions of grandeur.
 

A strange tale

Weeping shadows in lighted corners,
Flames in icon lamps turn truth to embers.
 
On the other side of the bridge,
On the other side of the order.
 
A strange tale,
A carefree monk,
A strange tale,
A fustian epigraph.
 
Dance of shadows on the black walls,
In the void of ideas, the situation deteriorates to hell.
 
On the other side of the bridge,
On the other side of the order.
 
A strange tale,
A carefree monk,
A strange tale,
A fustian epigraph.
 

A la Heine

Her eyes were casting lightning:
“I saw it -
you were with another.
You are disgusting,
So base, it’s frightening...”-
And she went on,
And on, oh, bother.
I sure know a few things, honey,
So let go of your silly rumbling,
If the lighting failed to strike me,
Then the thunder is nothing, darling.
 

Monotonously flicker past

Monotonously flicker past
Still with the same pain my old life,
As if roses are losing petals
And sadly the nightingales die.
 
But she is sad as I have been,
This love was meant for me, I know,
And under her smooth and silky skin
Insidious, poisoned blood flows.
 
And if in this world I'm still alive,
Only because of one single dream:
Like two blind children we'll rise high,
Up a mountain, where we've never been,
 
Where only our young dream goes,
Into the whitest clouds we'll sail,
We will search for withered roses
And listen to dead nightingales.
 

Imagine that

[First verse]
Imagine achiving happiness with little or no effort.
Writing lyrics has never been easier.
Auction house took your watercolour series and collages
to estimate their value.
They paid top dollar for them even though your name doesn't ring a bell.
You're always smiling.
You've got a large audience and your own programme about substances.
You're a virtuoso and your financial instruments are 'well-tuned'.
You've always wanted to have a coffee shop?
Imagine that now you've got a 24-hour shopping mall.
People are coming in droves
and you're playing Tekken with your employees at the back.
Your life is like a dream, just imagine
that all the things I just rapped about aren't a lie.
 
[Second verse]
Imagine that you're a guest in breakfast television programme
where you're celebrating weed becoming legal.
You became an important figure.
You used to pay for weed and now they're payin' you.
You're gettin' props from President. For what? Who the fuck knows.
Warsaw resembles Amsterdam.
Everything's modernized.
You're gettin' your gear delivered by drone.
Imagine that the crime rate is dropping.
That someone else started Molesta (a rap group of which Włodi was both member and co-founder of)
Białas (rapper) had a different idol than me.
Different rolling papers have a watermark with your image on it.
You're drivin' a Tesla but it smokes like a diesel.
These are all sweet lies but we're scared to admit it.
 

Figuratively

and I need neither the light from the windows
nor the blasts from the ships lost in fog,
with me will stay all these sorrows,
I will forever remain in the sorrow’s bog
 
I’d forget these gloomy grey Mondays,
I’d be resigned to those tedious days,
if only I could hear your sonorous voice,
If only to run on the pathways as we used to by choice
 
I’d have the smiles from the faces familiar then,
I’d have more of the good news I used to get then,
and so I could see the morning in your eyes,
just to see your eyes waking up at sunrise
 
your breath, the tenderness of the cool arms,
your attempts to make everything right,
but, here and now, the emptiness surrounds,
I am locked in my own memory bounds
 
all these colors - pale blood-red,
all these knots - strongly thread,
just your image would be aplenty for me,
I’d like us to fuse... figuratively
 

Treatise on imagination

Life has states variation:
overdoing, cessation, hunger, satiation
quality, blandness, change and being
blossoming as well as expiring
Truly too many experiences
mistaken paths and makeovers
happiness saves mentalisation
blessed withering of imagination
 
So there are those for whom it’s nothing
understanding limits trespassing
they know exactly what’s happening
why God’s silent, Oblivion - calling
those, once they get hands trembling
count on priests or seek doctoring
They live happily in subordination
blessed withering of imagination
 
Others, albeit satiated with nothingness
trust in every of vain promises
spells, lotteries and incantations
with ritual and deadly serious
oh well, every single day they’re hurting
-for opposite things they are hoping
greatest absurd and no rumination
blessed withering of imagination
 
others still - players of semantics
gaming with reversing meanings
and belying countless pages
erect houses of marked cards
Joy it is fleeting, life-consuming
rules-free so without siding
win at it - mental assassination
blessed withering of imagination
 
There’s still a few, completely lost
among columns, forgotten meadows
where from ruins, frescos, stained glass
They stutter on what will happen
they know what they don’t know - idiots!
suffering proudly, living cloudly
burnt in frost, frozen in perspiration
ever-free captives of imagination
 
those who fear, those who medicate
who spooks and reasons stand opposite
those who juggling make a living
who through glass in hearts are peering
 
they will all come together…
to witness their own decapitation
blessed withering of imagination
 

The kitty's Dirty !

Strofe 1
 
Hi 'kitty', i am lookin after you since a lifetime
And i find ya everyday , but ya have a different face
Lil perverted kitty, it gets ya, puts ya in a cloud, it
'burns' ya
Alike perfectly done, if ya are naive, perfectly done
I'm closin the lay of thoughts , i get ya bak in lights
Ya like, receivin attention
Allways , ready for the job
Ya wave your 'tail', ya stay in guard
Ya go all bullshitin'
But already, we kinda.., for fun, from glancin
You inspire me , when ya breathin
You prompt your chest in front , the ass goes back,
oh such talent !
Ya lick your lips slowly, already is evident
That there's no more room for excuses, ..'Here or
to go'!?
 
Chrs
 
Lil' kitty's nasty, yeah, sexy and wicked!
Lil' kitty's nasty, does only what she pleases!
Lil' kitty's playful, crazy predator
Lil' kitty's dreamin love, but wishes only money and
Di*...X2
 
Str 2
 
She's wild , but badly hot!
She's doin her own thing , for real!
Lil' kitty is in love , (?)
I know that she wants, i give her also, Jello
brick 'cookie'
The 'delivery' is perfect always , right at the 'point'
I love ya so , hince i didn t told ya ..
That i still had a Love+, but i forgot were i put it
Come , keep ya 'tail' up cause i've already put you
on the move
Get in yourself , 'vitamins , natural juices'
If we match , why to fight it?
Lil' Kitty , 'Kitty, kitty , kitty!', come let's love
one another!
For you i am here , for you i move the mountains
For ya with love , signed Cocoon, for fuck's sake!
 
Chrs
 
Lil' kitty's nasty, yeah, sexy and wicked!
Lil' kitty's nasty, does only what she pleases!
Lil' kitty's playful, crazy predator
Lil' kitty's dreamin love, but wishes only money and
Di*...X2
 

Their Way of Life

Why do they live, what do they think,
What do they gain by wild careening?
They drink and eat, then eat and drink -
In vain pursuits they find life's meaning...
 
To cheat, to cash in, to defile,
To rob one blind, to hurt, to humble...
What other passion could they style?
For that's enough for them to stumble!
 
And all these, walking on two feet,
The so-called humans, so-called people -
That's 'how they live'... I must admit,
For these, steeped in vile whoredom, sheeple
The name of Blok1 is senseless bleat...
 

• 1. Alexander Blok - famous Russian symbolist poet.
  http://lyricstranslate.com/en/alexander-blok-lyrics.html

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