They hug in silence, as the sun sets on their empty street...

Her heart is racing.
She phones a friend and says:
"I'm in an awful place!
That fool’s been messin' round on me
I've seen it in his eyes and on his face"

Hold on a minute.
You're talking crazy.
Don't be that jealous girl.
Just tell everyone you need an hour or two.

Kolejna Męki Stacja...

cytując klasyka: "marazm, marazm, marazm..."

Ból oczy mgłą spowija, nie widzę nadziei, odeszła mi siła...

The lights are off and the party is over... What can I say it's hard to transcend some difficulties... I admit defeat...