Paluch - Dym

Again stress the mother has over her big brother
He after the nights of summer, because there awaits the lettuce
His father taught him to play the role of executioner
Now the choice is easy – plomo o plata
Because where there is no example, every day is a parkour
Spitting in your brother’s face and being cold-blooded is trump card.
To make money, she pulls boys here.
Yesterday at the whisk and tomorrow at the detective.
It’s so easy to make money
They want to fly with a Rols, not a german Ford.
You’re a guest here, buddy, if you have money.
Brainwashed power struggles with Coltem
He is greeted again by a cold morning like a warehouse in Castorama.
The door handle has fallen – it will never go back there again.
He takes the knife, the guy takes the knife.
And she knows that that night will remember Mom.


We still want a little more
To have life beautiful as in a song
Say what’s most important
What you’d have your hands chopped off for
We still want a little more
To float the Benz bravely through the area
I don’t worry about the salary anymore.
Have an easy life like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke

We still want a little more
To have life beautiful as in a song
Say what’s most important
What you’d have your hands chopped off for
We still want a little more
To float the Benz bravely through the area
I don’t worry about the salary anymore.
Life is easy


Daddy’s stressed out again about your little sister.
He would like to block the evil world.
A black light shone their way
She gave an example Mama how to fly sideways
Social workers sow stain by watching out the windows
Even the goddamn borough is winking at her.
Pony Pocket housing estate
Don’t win over the buddies, or it’ll blow up.
Stigmatized by the person she’s with
Everything visible to them, as on the white soot
In a small town, there’s news, like a plague.
And as much as she wants, the stain can’t be wiped away.
Just one more step, one more step.
There is no one to purify their thoughts
Yesterday her seventeenth year had passed
Today it escaped as easily as smoke, smoke, smoke.

Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke

We still want a little more
To have life beautiful as in a song
Say what’s most important
What you’d have your hands chopped off for
We still want a little more
To float the Benz bravely through the area
I don’t worry about the salary anymore.
Have an easy life like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke
Like smoke, smoke, smoke

Too many wounds, in the yards too many wounds
They took our hope, they took us.
Far to the sky of the gates, far to the sky of the gates
Today there is only smoke, smoke, smoke
Too many wounds, in the yards too many wounds
They took our hope, they took us.
To the sky Gates, far to the sky Gates
Today there is only smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke