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Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves goodbye...
almost seven in the morning and I m walking all alone
and the moon s still in the sky.
And I have to laugh just thinking how I ve never found a home.
Pillows yes, to lay my head, but I ve mostly been alone.

Chorus:
Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
Oh, Amsterdam, I m barely hanging on by a single strand.
All I really know is I don t understand.
I m just waking up alone in Amsterdam.

A boy I see in a window there, I can t help looking in.
As someone s arms pull him back to bed, I m thinking what a fool I ve been.
And the moon is trapped in an old canal like a madman in a cell.
And I m thinking how I d like to know just one place very well.

CHORUS

Jego ciało, słodki owoc dla mych ust
dziś runęło w plamy słońca u mych stóp
na sygnale wieźli go, a ludzi tłum
poszedł dalej, ja zostałam tu

Uratujcie go, jest tyle przecież słów,
których jeszcze mu
nie zdążyłam powiedzieć

Wobec śmierci...

I just shook the handshake
I just sealed the deal
I ll try not to let them
Take everything they can steal
People always told me
Don t forget your roots
I know I can feel them underneath my leather boots

You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Your fairweather friends...

I was standing on the mountain top staring at the sun
I was trying to act the hero s part not fooling anyone
I was living for the moment but the moment never came
Taking notes and stealing quotes, trying to make a name
My time s been taken with...

Prawda obrazem jest w oczach patrzącego
Kłamstwo złotem mieni się
Wypowiedziane słowa
Nie oddadzą tego
Co myślisz, czujesz i wiesz

Czarna prawda
Złote kłamstwo
W sercu płomienie
Cierń w aksamit otulony
Rani coraz głębiej
Coraz szybciej cisza chłonie
Bukiet wspomnień kolorowych
Nie ma go ...

Toczysz walkę
Z jadem co z ust płynie
Czarna prawda
Złote kłamstwo odchodzi
Zostaje czarna prawda
...

Milk is my sugar
Sweet grovelling
They shall convert me
My favourite sin
Meat makes it snappy
Snap back and thigh
Good work for pellow
I m so alive
Milk is my sugar
It makes me happy
Milk is my...