Micha³ Bajor - Piosenka na (S)

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Senne s³oñce
Sierpniowy skwar
Spokojnej sjesty skarb
Sceptyczny s±siad
Spasiony snob
Skwapliwie s±czy
Sch³odzony sok
Saksofon snuje
Subtelnie
Stu snów
Swych splot

Serpentyn± sensu suñ
Skojarz s³ów spiralny strój
Staw stra¿ spó³g³oskom
Sugestywnych skrótów stan
Surrealistyczny slang
Sw± si³± skuj

Spójrz
Stylowy stó³
Szampana syk
Sma¿ony sum
Smacznego
Spójrz
Sa³atka stek
Sola soute
S³ony ser

Senna s³ota
Sam Sfinks siê spi³
Sentymentalny spleen
Smutnej symfonii
Saint-Saensa szept
Sp³ywa samotnie
Strumieniem serc
Samowar syczy
Stosownie
Sam smak
Sam styl

Inne utwory

  • Tabun we mgle
  • A tre virtu
  • Losowe utwory

    A bad penny

    Oh, don´t say those same idle lies
    I ve heard them before
    This fool who left his heart on an early train
    Wont buy no more

    Oh no don´t use
    those same weeping eyes
    I ll wipe them no more
    I didn´t...

    Comfort you

    Lot of havoc in the sea
    People rushing endlessly
    Sometimes I think it s just their way
    Of capturing a better day
    You keep rushing home baby
    For your dose of reality
    I ll hold out my hands to you
    You do what...

    Love is on our side

    There ve been many times in life when we ve both had to cry
    Someone tried to hold you back and someone told you lies
    But baby let me tell you that it s gonna be okay
    There is no-one better , no-one makes me feel this...

    Echo

    Woke up to the clock
    What knob makes it stop
    Time to be aware
    Time to just be there
    You go, go , go, go,
    I go, go , go, go,
    Conversations rare
    Trail off in the air
    Echo, echo, home , home

    All that rolls our way
    Wheels that time will play
    Happiness grows back
    Heartache leaves a scratch
    You go. go,...

    Downer

    In me you ll see
    Dirt flows freely
    But you may find
    That my thoughts are unkind

    Pure life needs knife
    Cuts off my life
    But as you see
    Hurting you you bless me

    I always wanted to cry
    After the act close my eyes
    I always longed for the deep
    Then I just wanted to sleep

    Blood stream cruel dream
    Never make...

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