I'm going to find happiness from problems once, like once, I'm fighting for years, S.O.B.H.T.A. our own world. Children are in me, children are us, I'm going to find happiness from problems once, like once, I'm fighting for years, S.O.B.H.T.A. our own world. Sometimes I have flashes of the future in my head, that yard, a moment of joy and pain. Convinced of my power in spirit, I know I belong to you, king, all the time. I wonder from time to time, where did so much anger, so much hatred, cold world of rules come from. Sometimes I build something, I destroy emptiness without intention. Depressed street stain, you. Sometimes I also feel like a little child, although years fly like crazy. It's getting harder and harder, experience in the back, I'm flying with my own track, I still have money inside. I can't afford it, I can't afford it, despite our work, despite our will. I want to arrange this whole mess so densely, which I leave behind me so often like a child. A little child who still believes in dreams, full of contradictions in an adult's body. It finally settles down, where the meaning of existence. Let's look for answers and happiness of our own. A little child is for me, a little child is for us. You will find happiness, even though there are problems in the forest. Like one of you, I fight for two. S-O-B-H-T-A, our own world. A little child is for me, a little child is for us. You will find happiness, even though there are problems in the forest. Like one of you, I fight for two. S-O-B-H-T-A, our own world. Already behind the corner, four in front of me are looking at me. Thanks to God, I'm still like too young in the bath. If you want to help me, give me a reason to change. I won't let many enemies down. It's a game I'm still playing, baby, to the bottom. I know you're still mad, and I'm an irreformable, eternally young moron. Who, where, when, how, gave me the credit, brother? So I'm sorry for my behavior, baby. So I'm sorry for my behavior, mom. I know that sometimes it's better not to open my mouth, but to always come home at night. I'm so big, such a little boy. I want to have as many mothers as women. And the street also raises me, man, something in my head. Finally, a baby came into the world. A little child is for me, a little child is for us. You will find happiness, even though there are problems in the forest. Like one of you, I fight for two. S-O-B-H-T-A, our own world. A little child is for me, a little child is for us. You will find happiness, even though there are problems in the forest. Like one of you, I fight for two. S-O-B-H-T-A, our own world. I'm a little child, hidden under the posture of a man. I have dreams that sometimes won't let me sleep. Sometimes I rush like a lizard, wiping my scars. I can also be angry when my neighbors hear a scream. This child is still working on himself and thinking where this twisted world is going. He learned a lot from the destruction, from stupid hatred. Tell me, dear mom, why did they teach him this? This child is the son of the street he met. Thank God, this prison didn't spoil his years. But these few months, the recognition of the wilderness showed how time is spinning. This child comes from no one, from a family where cash spent on food, alcohol for six people. Find a way to get out of the chaos. Deceive the gift of fate, it's for everyone. Mokosów without perspective. Fight, fight, fight, fight. Mokosów without perspective