When I look in their eyes I see my own reflection
Memories that sparkle eyes sparkle today
Small room and I prayed for peace
Which was the closest thing to me closer than she, and than he
Closer than the house where I grew up
Lack of money and alcohol destroy the simple
Someone told me to describe it is described
Do not believe it ask my sister she also knows
Also remember the paneling on the red
To this day, probably waiting until someone fights break
Many times I ran away from there I know believe it
I know what you think your child feels himself to run for
The only thought is to escape from here
I remember the late afternoon, fourth floor
The higher up the castle stairs sad kitchen
As I walked, looking suspiciously or smell alcohol
I know how it hurts and swells like a God knows what those arguments were
Today I burn not to anger them, but one I am sure
This house is not eden like many I do not know
I investigate, but not as a child I did not see the man they know it

ref.
And now, sleep now sleep and forget about it
What you see here have heard what you survived and
Think that is a dream that did not happen
It's better to sleep.

The second floor in the former German house disturbed the beauty of silence
Someone shouts are neighbors with pietra
Although I was young I remember
Door Number seven night so there is not a
How does this but to the heart
Lulany slept by my mother until I've heard various arguments empty
I did not understand whether they were hallucinations
Wlepiałem torn from sleep sleepy eyes in the wall speakers
I heard the voice of women bloated guy was yelling all the time nerves
Crying Baby indistinct important contact for thousands of parents
Here was unnecessary as no alcohol and guests
I thought wrapped in linen innocent boy shed tears under the covers
Question after question after all, I could be there with me Impra takes arcadia
The roar of broken glass I heard the chair asked but no one stopped
In the morning I saw him at the gate with a scratched face
I remember sitting on the ball he had bruises on the hands
I remember the boy's house after it is pustostan.

ref.
And now, sleep now sleep and forget about it
What you see here have heard what you survived and
Think that is a dream that did not happen
It's better to sleep.

Black mist over the city like a dark prelude to a host of storms
Even I no longer staring at the leaves dance in the wind
Tore my gaze to the boy in the sweater prującym
He wanted to hide from the rain and lantern light shining just above the
Guess where the first drops fell
I saw the blue cheeks all wet salty icicles on them
And in their fear and sadness sunk
I had to ask why the night like an outcast stands under a tree
But perhaps I lacked the courage I do not know
Quietly as a thief in the car on sat
I watched from behind glass in the living image of the homeless child
And no one to guard him on his dirty hands and clothes
On the tear-stained eyes was innocent, despite the cold pastries
And because of hunger, sunken cheeks
Why do not you come home
What do you think?

ref.
And now, sleep now sleep and forget about it
What you see here have heard what you survived and
Think that is a dream that did not happen
It's better sleep

 

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