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I feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger
I feel sorry for his wife and child at home
I feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours
For the people that he s maimed and left alone
The lord god said love thy neighbour
Though in human life he trades, he s still a man
I feel sorry for the children who with open mind are willing
To fight for ideals aged and past their time
I feel sorry for the children who will join the vicious circle
Of instinct fear bred from their parents minds
The lord god said love thy neighbour
Break the circle, free the hater, call him a friend

Wake up, wake up, there s a man by your side
With a knife and a gun in each hand
Wake up, wake up, you re one and the same
It s time to stop and decide
Is it love or hate?
Is it peace or war?
It s for sure there s no inbetween
Politicians point views
But they re pointing for you
The solution has to be seen

I thought i saw a summer soldier, helmet on his brow
His silver rifle clutched beneath his armour-plated shroud
I fire in hate, he cried aloud
To protect myself from defeat
My shield s my cause, my cause is war
And from war i ll make no retreat

I dreamt i saw an angel bright, a halo on his brow
His golden sword lay in its sheath beneath his silver shroud
I drwa thee not, he cried aloud
Though your deeds like spears strike my soul
My shield s my love, my cause is peace
Faith be sure i shall not retreat

It always put me on the edge,
To think of all the spoilt lives
Today I’m one step further
Not sure if I’ve survived myself

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction
Whatever happens in my dreams
I know it can’t be worse than this
So I prefer to sleep

The ancient dance of qetesh

Wish there were another world to choose
Wish all hatred could just disappear
Wish the shade that covers my hopes
Would not be there

The dance of Qetesh
Moves like a snake
The dance of Qetesh

Wish the stars showed me the way
Wish my destiny s gateway were lighter
So I could see more clear
I m dancing the...

Fridays child

Friday s child.....Hard luck is her brother
Friday s child.....Her sister s misery
Friday s child.....Her daddy they call hard times
Friday s child.....That s me

Friday s child.....Born a little ugly
Friday s child.... Good looks passed her by..oh
Friday s child.....Makes something look like nothing
Friday s...

Come away with me

I hope it s true that you and I
Could live our lives together
Why should I always do
The things that you say
Can it be right to follow you
My heart says so but I still don t know
You re gorgeous and wonderful...

K a r r a m b a

Ref: Bum szakalaka, bum .........
1. Ja znam się na sexie i lubię te klimaty, nie słuchaj dziewczyno mamy ani taty, nie słuchaj dziewczyno w szkole dyrektora, pani od w-f ani profesora. Nie słuchaj dziewczyno żadnego palanta, ani proboszcza, ani policjanta. Posłuchaj dziewczyno ja będę twym wzorem, ja jestem kochanie...