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 and 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 new: 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 and if not - you're out of game.
If I wanted, I would find the lost thing.