Ronnie Ferrari: ONA BY TAK CHCIAŁA

I'm outside alone

I'm outside alone
Rain dripping on my head
I've got a joint in my hand,
and I can't put it out
I walk off into the dark forest
I light the way with my phone
And see one of the ladies, she takes my voice away

I come back
I come back
I come back to my house
I'll make myself tea
Not any fucking latte
Some knocking
some knocking
some knocking on the door
And I see the woman who stole my heart

Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out

She sits on the couch and stares me in the eyes
I stare at her ass
Because she came for something at night
She sees something in me
Maybe the writing on the side
That we're fucking in the day
Though we'd prefer after dark

We're flying like a rocket
powdered up with (am)feta(mines)
Wind constantly in the sails
And on the horizon Kret [slang for amphetamines]
The captain of this boat
Which sails like a beta [BMW]
It conquers new land and giving out punishment
Under the deck we have squads of gassed up nectar
With which people from before Ural healed their illness
99% is my amount of problems
Every one of them disappears after a bottle and then
Nobody holds the ship wheel

Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out

We're going in Gdansk
We're going in Wawel
We're going in Łodz
We're going always
We're going in Bialystok
We're going in Kłodzko
We're going in the States
We're going in Płock

Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Rolling blunts and then counting bankroll
Oh how she would like to be here with me
Late at night, when the stars come out