I Laugh It All Off By Myself | final version
translated poem:
nic sobie nie robię (urok_)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
Fires strike us when it is drought
and frost strikes ears as a clout
So a man feels life is at stake
in summer warm pants he does take
Our town hall looks nice indeed
pretty women are all in lead
Surely, it's all from mixing genes
mixing spies and look:mixing jeans
I watch it from my distant shelf
and I laugh it all off by myself
and frost strikes ears as a clout
So a man feels life is at stake
in summer warm pants he does take
Our town hall looks nice indeed
pretty women are all in lead
Surely, it's all from mixing genes
mixing spies and look:mixing jeans
I watch it from my distant shelf
and I laugh it all off by myself
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