Chłonąc wiatr, myśleć o jutrze.
Walcząc z życiem, nie patrzeć w tył.
Gubiąc marzenia, spojrzeć na pojutrze.
Porzucić wiarę, by rozpoznać swój byt.
Nucąc piosenki, brnąć w dziś.
Spojrzeć za siebie, zobaczyć świt.
Uciec nie w siebie, biec co sił.
Zobaczyć szczęście, o może...
I had spotted an Angel.
Small unprotect squealer.
His rippening, hides my temper.
I had spotted an Angel.
But treasure what I had, went me blind.
He had fallen for me, so fast.
I'd fallen for him, lost my mind,
in the arms of my sweet dear Angel.
Where I had spotted my Angel,
I'd been living in my world, the same.
I thought I was his god,
so I took away free will, yes my Angel.
I had slept through his feeling,
then he made me sleeping.
When I woke up, he is gone.
But I'd been spotted my Angel.
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Current Residence: little house outside civilization deviantWEAR sizing preference: S Favourite genre of music: power metal, viking rock Favourite photographer: my sister Favourite style of art: photomanipulation, nature in macro Operating System: ubuntu MP3 player of choice: my car ;) Skin of choice: personality goes at first Personal Quote: all the bad things become good in the end