[music: Potasz, Konarska, Bors; lyrics: Potasz]
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To si³a, ktora blisko trzyma cie...
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To myœl, ktora rodzi sie, by chcian¹ byæ...
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O prosi przyjd?...
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przytul mnie...
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I mow do mnie...
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co s³yszeæ chce.
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To woda dla ust spragnionych
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To rany koi i czern z serca roztapia
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Powietrze dla p³uc opro¿nionych
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Dla kochankow duchowych.
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To w³aœnie moge daæ Ci ja...
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Bo nie mam nic, z tych ³atwych spraw...
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I tak nie widzisz...
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przecie¿ nic...
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Musisz najpierw...
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Otworzyæ oczy.
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The power keeps you so very close
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idea that's being born
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just you loved me
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I ask you : come
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touch me now
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and tell me, please
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what I want to hear
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It's water for lips sand dry
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It soothes the wounds and melts the black side of heart
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light air for your empty lungs
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it's for spiritual lovers
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Exactly that's what I can give
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'cause I have not these simple things
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you can see nothing
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nothing more
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open your eyes
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just do it first
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Gebbeth
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| Moonlight |
