Rembol: KINETOSKOP

1. Imagine that you are hovering slowly above the clouds.
Imagine all these problems no longer count.
Remember how a bird was gliding in the sky. (Ej) 2x

Ref. I have dreams when flooded me.
How the kinetoscope wants to run somewhere. (Tell me where to)
In them, the worldview haunts you non-stop.
Tell me what for, then they walk on my head.There are also beautiful moments where I am in love, happiness grabs my hand.
Where can I be close to my loved ones, why am I far from everyone in my life?
And closer and closer and closer I want to be, family and friends want to live with you.
My bloody priorities, my dear Lord, thank you that I don't have to hide with that anymore. (Ej)
When I close my eyes, I think about what awaits me at night.
Again a prophetic dream may jump into the black hole, I know that nothing will surprise me, I'm not afraid of this night anymore
Imaginary, my world not small, not fully known, these dreams repeated.
Imaginary, this world is not small, these dreams were repeated.
Imaginary, this world was not small, it was produced by rozkminy.
Let me fall asleep a little longer to understand it all big and small.
Because I do not fully understand these things because I do not know how much I want to understand them.
Because I keep seeing the same face that reminds me of how he would pour acid on it.
She shows me how much power she has. This whole carcass burns her beautiful expression of sincerity. Ref. I have dreams when flooded me.
How the kinetoscope wants to run somewhere. (Tell me where to)
In them, the worldview persists non-stop.
Tell me why they walk on their heads afterwards.

When I close my eyes, I think about what awaits me at night.
Again the prophetic dream may jump into the black hole, I know that nothing will surprise me, I am not afraid of that night anymore.
Imaginary, my world not small, not fully known, these dreams repeated (ej)
(At The do some love everyone because so hope). Play music, I love it.
My imaginary world, not small, not fully known.
these dreams kept repeating.
(Not a kilo, not a pain like a young one) ?? this dream fills my thoughts like a bomb, a big bomb
and ścinga and Dźinga absorbs, pulls, morning routine, pulls me out of sleep (eh ... eh ... eh ...)
I feel alive, I feel like I'm dying or it's nightmares good dreams I don't choose them (I don't choose)
Sometimes they give me everything and take everything away like daydreams aren't burning me like a fire.
I hope some will come true.
And happiness will fill my real life.
Hope some of them go away.
And they will never enter my head again.

Ref. I have dreams when flooded me.
How the kinetoscope wants to run somewhere. (Tell me where to)
In them, the worldview haunts you non-stop.
Tell me what for, then they walk on my head.