Monika Borzym - My Place

Swiat W Proszku

Za lustrem biały puch, w proszku jest świat
Mróz łapie senniejszą z traw
Melodię nuci do snu, snu z pustych łat
Cichutko, jakby się bał

Bo on kochanie, on widział nasz taniec
Podmuchem więc schłodził, co zostało z nas
Ten pył, ten pyłek zły
Nic prócz śniegu, nic
Proszę idź

Na lustrze znów biały puch, w proszku świat
Biel budzi tak wiele barw
Pod mostem, na moście, my znów - mamy sens
Bo sypie się nocy rtęć

A my kochanie, my wciąż w bałaganie
I nie myśl co rankiem, co zostanie z nas
Ten pył, ten pyłek zły
Jak bez śniegu żyć?
Tylko śnić?

Credits
Writer(s): Mariusz Obijalski Bogdan, Anna Michalska Ewelina
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