Bisz - Za bardzo

This guy does not give up love, he is too hard for it,
after all, he is too lively,
becouse when he die will be too dead.
There seems to like it too real.
This too pissed off others that is clean, even if reveals weakness.
Often too weak, can be hurt too often,
but too strong to get killed.
Blood for victory raining cats and dogs.
You can foretell the guts to rap wyprutych
his fate, he will meet.
The lungs full of air
in the breasts of the goddess of victory.
Others are wearing, and he is like the Nike Air Max
Sticks in fashion, thinking what is in you, not on.
It does not have to wear it on your head
New Era is a prophet.
Coming too tight
it believes that to do it like no one before him.
He sees the pain of her wounds scene and not from fighting,
but from bedsores.
Do you want to face it like?
After you lie down, how?
After you lie down, what do you want?
You, after you lie down ... But now you're lying.

This boy love-too much.
Want-too much,
and now would be give up?
no-too much,
feel-too much,
know-too much,
to have something,you must want this very much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much? how,how,how,how much ?
Too much, how much?
Too much, too much, too much.

Too proud, obstinate,
if the advices does not intelligent
Get sooner the into coffin,
than your column.
Too long without a penny
This breaks down as excess,
philosophy makes a radical,
do not ask him for bad tear.
Believe in his heart too good
if you really care words can be too sharp.
Too proud to choose the way too simple.
He drew conclusions and not put fuck-thrust harder
For too long, he saw,
Too much even for a moment to be able to close your eyes
and stop to see it.
Live long and happily, it's impossible for him
So goes live thick and concisely, so alive.
Too sensitive to be indifferent to the system,
that too many of his men cut off the road to the end,
wanted to do it to him ... to fuck, kill ...
That others lose their rhythm he keeps the rhythm for them,
still keeps the rhythm for them.
B.O.K keeps the rhythm for them.
Biszu, are into the rhythm holds for them ...

Love-too much,
Want-too much,
and now would be give up?
not-too much,
feel-too much,
know-too much,
to have something, you must want this very much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much? how,how,how,how much ?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how much?
Too much, how ? oh,yes! aha...toward changes...