Karolina Czarnecka vs SoDrumatic: Za siedmioma blokami

Stupidly written, twaddles, cheap sketches
Teach me, teach me from the beginning
Click, click. Story is ready.
Simply, quickly, agilely. Easy peasy.
The product must be for masses.

Over seven blocks and far away,
where rats with wings fly over people's heads,
happened frightening stuff: murder in the city's heart.
whole capital is silent
everybody is silent except of her
don't lead me, i know what i want myself
and if I want, I'll get lost myself
one two three, close your eyes if not - you're out of game
If I wanted, I would find the lost thing

Trolls, haters. They smelled crap
when radio played her new hit
others asked about her
innocent, no doubt
she's delirious, wants to run, curses the world
the brief helped her, got her out of tank - she's clean
she's thrown herself into work, instead of finding safe heaven
she flies to Hollywood, cause here is too stuffy
and don't have time for the capital
not now

i know what i want myself
and if I want, I'll get lost myself
one two three, close your eyes if not - you're out of game
If I wanted, I would find the lost thing

Time passed, she's among the stars
and nobody noticed when she was missing
in no of the big cities, whose made her shine
nobody ever asked: How is that?
only the diary knew, who loved first
and who had once a broken heart,
in which she wrote all the news, that this has already happened,
and you know, it was much easier than effortless

the conclusion of this story is simple,
we are stuck in schemes and diagrams, my sisters,
the choice: off or mainstream, must not mean a defeat.
since now, near hear window grow flowers and chamomiles,
savages pray and brede the coronets,
"The most beautiful death on Earth" - howl the dogs
crows fly,
fragility to save,

don't lead me, i know what i want myself
and if I want, I'll get lost myself
one two three, close your eyes if not - you're out of game
If I wanted, I would find the lost thing