'No more sugar left
No more soap to clean my hands with
No more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, blow
I couldn't stop the blood, flow ..'
No more soap to clean my hands with
No more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, blow
I couldn't stop the blood, flow ..'
{http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBxg_yqi7eM&p=4565C41EBD0ABEE4&playnext=1&index=17}
'Jak dorosnę, kupię sobie kapelusz'
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