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WŁAŚNIE PATRZĘ
właśnie patrzę przez szybę na te smutne ulice
mam zamknięte okna – nikt nie słyszy, że krzyczę
nic nie słyszeć, nie widzieć – to takimi metodami
budujemy sobie życie jak słusznymi ideami
jacyś ludzie mijają się – ciągle w pośpiechu
jeden z sercem rozdartym, rzadko który z uśmiechem
ciągle goniąc wyłącznie za swoimi myślami
znają twarze polityków, a nie znają z sąsiadami
patrząc w oczy tylko swoje, siebie znają też z widzenia
wciąż zbierają informacje, fakty-mity na swój temat
ktoś z zatrutym sumieniem, zupełnie nieznajomemu
wbija słowa w samo serce, przy każdym spojrzeniu
jacyś ludzie przechodzą obok siebie w milczeniu
jeden z myślą ponurą, ktoś w największym zwątpieniu
inni zawsze na swej drodze zostawiają ślad przemocy
podróżują zawsze sami w najczarniejsze serce nocy
dlaczego muszę patrzeć na te krwawe ulice
coraz mniej mam już sił i odwagi by krzyczeć
nic nie mówić, nie krzyczeć – to takimi metodami
budujemy sobie życie jak słusznymi ideami
I’M JUST LOOKING
I’m just looking through the window glass at these sad streets
I have close windows - nobody hears that I’m screaming
Nothing hear, nothing see – with these kind of methods
We’re building our life as correct right ideas
Some people are passing each other in a hurry
One with torn heart hardly anyone with smile
Still are chasing solely after their thoughts
They know politicians’ faces but don’t know their neighbors
Only looking into their own eyes, know themselves by sight
Still gathering the information, facts-myths on their subject
Someone with poisoning conscience to totally stranger,
Hits the words into the middle of heart at every glance
Some people are passing one another in silence
One with grim thought, someone in the biggest despondency
The others are always leaving on their route the trace of violence
Travelling always alone in the jet black heart of the night
Why do I always have to look at these bloody streets
More and more I have less strength and courage to scream
Nothing say, don’t scream with this kind of methods
We are building our life as the correct right idea
released June 6, 2003
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Always with the face towards the ground! to ask: what is going on here?
The whole sense closed in words:
the money and power - the love and treason
And also maybe some music
And also maybe some music
I don’t know myself and I will never do that
But I know those shadows, those outlines on the walls
I feel the cold of cellers
and heat of the attics and lofts
In the mask of god I visit them every day
I’m still passing by this hungry man
I‘m still passing that hungry man
I will never shake hand with myself
I will never look into my eyes and won’t say any word
Who creates and destroys always stands beyond the law
Every day I always fall with the face towards the ground
Always with the face towards the ground!!
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Spoojsz
04:25
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LOOK....
More often you are asking me
about the sense of everything
But I only know the truth is out there
Look! How the trees are swinging our death
So that our civilization will have waited until the end
The road is so clearly stright
It leads the trail of treaded, perennial rules
I appear there are many endlessly bends
And you always leave me on the wilderness
In passing we see eternity
Though we are afraid of everything what will come
The life is convicted of defeat
And the death cannot be overcame
Everything what comes from our hands
Sooner or later must yield to extermination
We will save ourselves only
and there is nothing we can do about it
Each of us to survive will commit betrayal
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MY LEFT SIDE
THERE ARE THINGS WHICH ARE HAPPENING WHITHOUT YOUR PARTICIPATION
DO YOU KNOW EVEYONE AROUND YOU WHO DOESN’T KNOW YOU ?
YOU DON’T HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER WHAT IS ARISING IN MY HEAD
I’M DIFFERENT BUT YOU WILL FIND OUT THE LAST ABOUT THAT
I WANT TO SAVE THE REST OF MYSELF
TO HIDE THE TRUTH FROM THE THOUGHTS
THE EVENTS SUPRISE ME BUT I DON’T HAVE ANY INFLUENCE ON THEM
THERE IS A CRIME AND A PUNISHMENT BUT THERE IS NO MOTIVE
THERE ARE SOME CAUSES WHICH ARE CLEAR FOR ME
AND TOO HARD FOR YOU
I HAVE MAD MIND AND I HAVE NEVER HIDDEN IT
YOU DON’T HAVE ANY INFLUENCE ON WHAT IS LURKING IN MY HEAD
WHERE AM I GOING AND WHAT WILL I DO – I WILL NEVER TELL YOU
I WANT TO SAVE THE REST OF MY SELF...
SOMETHING ALWAYS COMES TO MY HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
THE AIM IS ALWAYS THE SAME BUT THE MEANS ARE DIFFERENT
WHEN THE CITY FALLS ASLEEP AND INSTINCTS WAKE UP
I RECOGNIZE THE ENEMY IN MYSELF LYING FACE TO FACE WITH THE PUDDLE
THEN I DON’T HAVE AN IDEA ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING HERE
BECAUSE ONLY LOVED WOMAN CAN CASTS THE SPELLS
AND THEN BECAUSE OF SOME UNKOWN REASON
STRANGE PEOPLE ARE LISTENING THE SILENCE
BUT I HAVEN’T GOT NO PROOF
SOME MATTERS ARE CLEAR FOR ME BUT TOO COMPLEX FOR YOU
I HAVE INSANE MIND AND I HAVE NEVER HIDDEN IT....
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Zwłaszcza teraz i tutaj
07:02
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-WE ARE THE DREAM-
Time is passing by finding old wounds with no hope
So is it worth to bear new memories
screaming with pain every time
We sink into darkness but know our demands
When we nestle into pillow thoughts hurt our hearts
Under the cloak of night tears drop
Cuddling up with fear of another day
We look above because it’s so hard
To look at our own faces
We turn our heads because we’ve got no courage
To look straight into someone’s eyes
Eyes talk instead of mouth, mouth screams with no words
Children of god left on their own
We eat our feelings trampling dreams
We exist but seems we don’t know each other
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SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
WORLD THROWS ME LIKE A WIND THROWS LEAF
I RUB AGAINST THE WALL OF FAILURE
MANY THINGS BOTHER ME
BECAUSE WHAT EXISTS
NOT ALWAYS MUST BE REAL
PEOPLE’S SUFFERING IS PROPER
LET THEM HAVE WHAT THEY WANT
DOES SOMEONE WANTS
TO MAKE PARADISE ON EARTH?
HE CAN ONLY TURN IT INTO HELL
HUMAN’S HANDS FULL OF BLOOD OF INNOCENT, BLOOD OF MILLIONS ARMLESS ANIMALS
FULL OF PAIN, DEATH AND SCREAM
STILL PASSING A SIGN OF PEACE
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-A MAN FROM HIGH CASTLE-
I dream of a sleep
we are somewhere
in the old city’s ruin
That sets a sun every night
Unconquerable stone fortress
Only dream left and nothing more
Only dream left and nothing more
Fear shows the way covered by the stones of the past
Collapse is normal thing, but without sense and pain?
Later is only fog and rain
Later is only fog…
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-ALONE WITH MYSELF-
a touch of your word, I dance on the edge
Encouraged by millions of looks down
It makes that only drop of my wounded will
Falls on the heads of fixed spectators
When I stay in the zone of my imagination
When there’s no one above me
Sacred people, sacred faith, sacred speech
I see signs of blindness and desire
In silence where you are
but you aren’t next to me
When your fear and questions
Are falling down on me
Mystic eyes, someone’s calling god – maybe
Where meaning lives and target with no name
Lack of your word, I dance of the edge
Someone’s says: “it’s so beautiful below”
And pull the hand with a sneer:
“curious, how much you want
for selling god today?”
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Radical [live]
04:44
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-RADICAL-
There is something chaotic, it was even before heaven and earth
It’s eternal and stands alone in silence
It doesn’t change and revolving with no weary
It’s in everything and contains everything
It can be a spirit of this world
Its name is unknown to me
So I call it a way
Everlasting “me and you”, permanent bond between you and me
The essence of love is just forget of own ego
I need you and all you give to me to be don’t afraid of touch
And that what is far away but next to us, it’s behind the universe
It can be a spirit of this world
Its name is unknown to me
So I call it a way
There’s something unlimited existing from the very beginning
Between our existence and the space of other universes
Every river, every mountain, every forest have its own breath
Our world is written in symbols – it all has its own meaning
It can be a spirit of this world
Its name is unknown to me
So I call it a way
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-TERRORIST-
I strike the wick – that’s I’ve always wanted to do
To administer justice, maybe by my view
I remember everything so well, old photos return memories
Remember, they are always waiting for you
They are always here
Bonds of blood break the tied hands
I strike the wick, we can’t forget
The sounds of steps and scream in silence
I refuse the fear and doubts
Although my every fear is real
Remember, they are always waiting for you
They are always here
Bonds of blood break the tied hands
The light of candle is burning in my eyes
Someone every now and again try to break my down
They should know – moments of hesitation are over now
I will not rest until I accomplish a task
Remember, we are always waiting for you
we are always here
Bonds of blood tear of the tied legs
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Fate na klate
05:17
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FATE Wrocław, Poland
We support anti-fascists and vegetarian lifestyle!
We are from Wroclaw (PL) and we play from
1990.
www.facebook.com/FatePunk
Po 9 latach przerwy w 2013r. wróciliśmy do grania. Zagraliśmy od tej pory m.in. na CRK, ULTRA CHAOS PIKNIK, SLOT ART, ALTER PIKNIK, po raz pierwszy w Londynie i PunxPikniku w Czechach.
06.06.2015 na nasze 25 urodziny, zagraliśmy koncert płynąc statkiem po Odrze.
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