Tekst :

I ll never be the same
I ll never win a game so easy

I feel I go astray
I feel I lost my way
I m freezing

Saw her standing on the rail
comin out a firey hell

Black as coal her latin eyes
her look it took me by surprise.
The ship was really crowded full

nobody cares the standing rule

I ve got to get to her right now

I ve got to get to her somehow.
I ll never be the same
I ll never win a game so easy
. . .

Down and out
getting cold
warm me in your latin fire

Warm me up
build me up
you re my insatiable desire.
All I want
all I need is your glowing latin fire

Every thought of your love drives my pressure high and higher.

I ll never be the same
I ll never win a game so easy
. . .
Oh
baby
I m in love!

Saw her standing on the rail
comin out a firey hell

Black as coal her latin eyes
her look it took me by surprise.
I ll never be the same
I ll never win a game so easy
.
Down and out
getting cold

Now can you hear the cling-clang of my ball and chain gang?
The sound of heavy metal that tastes like cellophone
Collapsing every vein like umbrellas in heavy rain
My passion is pain
I do dirt to bury shame
I m victimized an instituion s no solution
A place where...

We always need a skinhead BBQ back in the month of June
To ward off all the bad feelings left over from the fall and spring.
We must rely on common sense to keep us out of any mess,
Protect all those who do attend and entertain...

Hearing music from the deepest forest
Songs as a seduction of sirens
The elf-folk is calling me
Tapio, Bearking, Ruler of the forest
Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad
Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path
The way to the lands
Where as a hero...

Sometimes the way becomes hazy
A cruel anguish takes place in my thoughts
The time seams to get smaller
And my journey is only about to start

I can t understand some challenges of life
I never imagined to be here, now
Facing this journey without you
When I think about the lane I have run
I...

Szare osiedla, szare twarze, bloki, przyjaciele,
Spotkania na ławce w słonecznym skwarze,
Rozmowy nie w klubie przy drinku,
A na ławce przy browarze,
Warszawskie cmentarze,
Pełne ludzi bez przyszłości,
Radość jednak ogromna w naszych sercach gości,
Niezliczone podłości w moim życiu napotkane,
Promienie słońca budzące mnie nad ranem,
Blask księżyca...