Ta Ukrainka - B a n d s m u t a s ó w

Intro.
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends

Chorus 1.
I slept through the winter, and got tired in the spring
I was supposed to revive in the fall, but the fall ended
I am dust in my house, collecting and collecting
The millionaire's friend doesn't answer calls

I will sculpt a personality from a stalemate experience
Pain is in my center, like Warsaw's frying pan
I have a noble pedigree, but suffering ennobles
As bold in front of people as Nosowska at concerts

With friends, I barely mutter, and I'm like Dukaj
The girls act cocky, dampening enthusiasm
It weighs me down that my old friend is pregnant
In crowds, I panic too much, alone I get a bit dull

Chorus.
I want to start a band of sad souls, a new republic like that
A sad drummer, sad bass, that little Ukrainian girl
I'll quietly sing, they'll accompany me
It will probably be a bit false, like a Catholic confession

I want to start a band of sad souls, a new republic like that
A sad drummer, sad bass, that little Ukrainian girl
I'll quietly sing, they'll accompany me
It will probably be a bit false, like a Catholic confession

Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends

Verse 2.
Happiness is wanting what you have
Today is not my day, it stutters like Skype
I had a chat with God, he was supposed to have a plan for me
He won't quickly forget that exchange of words

I scare people away because I have teeth like a shark
Too complicated, I cause complexes
A career fell on me, but it was on credit
Quiet, or I'll kick you out of my studio apartment

Eager for praise, like women for doctors
Loving me is work, man, roll up your sleeves
The benefits are sky-high, but the cost is horrendous
The first-ever matrimonial song

Chorus.
I want to start a band of sad souls, a new republic like that
A sad drummer, sad bass, that little Ukrainian girl
I'll quietly sing, they'll accompany me
It will probably be a bit false, like a Catholic confession

I want to start a band of sad souls, a new republic like that
A sad drummer, sad bass, that little Ukrainian girl
I'll quietly sing, they'll accompany me
It will probably be a bit false, like a Catholic confession

Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends
Where are my friends-friends-friends-friends