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Sunday


[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway, schafter]
A grey sky like above Pyongyang
Welcome to Poland. And what's more, Friday has passed
The youth wants to wear wide trousers again
The clothes of my youth are fashionable again
Back then rap was not played on the radio
I had my eyes sent back when I used an ATM
I constantly met up with a dealer on Gadu-Gadu
And today you can order weed to a collection locker
In general, I can see no trace of Warsaw anymore
There are faint tags from old warehouses here and there
We beg taxi drivers, for them to take mercy and pick up the speed
Big fella, time is passing, you won't feel it straight up
Until suddenly there comes a stream with the power of several waterfalls
 
[Bridge: schafter]
You look amazing, when you dance in the rain (wow)
The clock is ticking, as if in spite (oh)
It doesn't matter, how much I try to fight it...
I hear, the approaching of Sunday evening
 
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, schafter]
It doesn't make any sense, (what doesn't?) that Sunday evening is approaching. (aha!)
What blues, you already know, (what?) that Sunday evening is approaching. (aha!)
I'm begging, not here....(where?) Don't let out Sunday evening, oh.
A sleepless weekend (what?)
You will pay for Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
You will pay for Sunday evening
 
[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway, schafter]
Sadness flowed through the television (television)
In my head, it multiplied with some fresh hallucinations
Why should I bother? Seriously, fuck this
My teachers hate me anyway
I stressed out about dinner
I watched Familiada with my cousins
Always unprepared every Sunday
But Sokół promised me from the speakers: We'll get through this
On Sunday evening, my father had a worse mood
And mother worried, that there's less and less on the (bank) account
They asked me about my lessons, and I lied that I was finishing
When these brawls became too unbearable
My sister grabbed the remote and made it louder
 
[Bridge: schafter]
My heart weighed 30 tonnes
Like a list, list, list of hits
I felt like Buka from all sides...
The hideous spectre of Sunday evening
 
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, schafter]
It doesn't make any sense, (what doesn't?) that Sunday evening is approaching. (aha!)
What blues, you already know, (what?) that Sunday evening is approaching. (aha!)
I'm begging, not here....(where?) Don't let out Sunday evening, oh.
A sleepless weekend (what?)
You will pay for Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
On Sunday evening
Fuck Sunday evening
 
Goodnight and good luck.
 




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Free Like This





I know that I don't belong here
I want to see how it is out there
I don't want any more leashes
Don't want to see bathtubs
I want more brushes
Just to comb me out
 

A world without fences
To run free like this
And to discover the dog
Inside of me
 

Living without boundaries
A huge garden
A world without fences
Where I can live
Always free like this!
 

I'm not going to stay asleep, no
Like my father on the carpet
I want more than a bone
Much more than just lunch
I want everything that
I know I can have
 

Goodbye to the rules
Because I will go until the end
A world without fences
It's what I want for me
 

No one will hold me here again
I'm gonna live always free like this
A world without fences
For me!
 


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the urban poem





black bodies
of hunched trees
lonely
huddled
between the gray
stone bags
wearing festive necklaces
and tied up
with clay scarves.
 

firefly beetles
on wheels
squeeze
bumping
into traffic jams
in a hurry
wishing to
fall
inro the rut of life
 

passers-by get lost
in the evening twilight
falling
underground
in city crossroads
carrying
heavy
unholy thoughts
in their heads
 


poetic
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Because you are





Yes, I sing a little song for you and me
My love for you won't stop
'Cause you smile at me
Yes, I do, I do!
 

'I don’t believe in it yet'
'I'm not in love yet'
I tell myself those things, but I'm already runnin' toward you
 

As the lights turn on one by one
In the twilight city
It feels like they are
Guidin' me to the place where you wait
 

Yes, I sing a little song for you and me
My love for you won't stop
'Cause you smile at me
Yes, I do, I do!
 

I may be the first
To confess my feelings
But that doesn't mean you've won this love
 

Cheap lies
And expensive kisses
Those kinds of love that could be measured in price
I can't go back to that time anymore
 

Yes, I sing a little song for you and me
My love for you won't stop
'Cause you smile at me
Yes, I do, I do!
 

Yes, I sing a little song for you and me
I’ll give you a kiss that plays
The prelude of my love
Yes, I do, I do!
 

Yes, I sing a little song for you and me
My love for you won't stop
'Cause you smile at me
Yes, I do, I do!
 


08.03.2025

Do You Walk In The Autumn Days





Do you walk in the autumn days, when the leaves fall from the trees
Do those old wounds hurt you, do you ask how I am now
Do those old wounds hurt you, do you ask how I am now
 

Do you cry in the long nights, tapping on the windows of houses
Are you perhaps embraced by another, while my sorrow sleeps in my heart
Are you perhaps embraced by another, while my sorrow sleeps in my heart
 

The cobblestones of the street cover me and the sad east tonight
Do you walk in the autumn days, my star, I am completely alone
Do you walk in the autumn days, my star, I am completely alone
 

Little candles along our river, of the once beloved path
Oh dear years for me, you have already forgotten me
Oh dear years for me, you have already forgotten me