written by Krzysztof Hrynkiewicz

As I'm dragging my feet

Through the gates to the palace of night

Inspire-flies caress me

With their glimmering lights

Oh, they will-o'-whisper

On the edge of my sight

Sweet mesmerising lies

Of all things that I might

They lead me through halls

Where futures dance past today

Where glistening spires reflect

All colors but gray

And the will-o'-whispers

On the edge of my sight

Promise I would achieve

All things that I might

Challenge the kings of Babylon

Travel by words through space in no time

Touch simple things and change them to nuggets

Love her like crazy and let it all rhyme

A new flake of snow in my hair

Fly into the fire / The future is bright

A new grain of sand in my eyes

Dive into the abyss / Follow the light

A petal of forget-me-not thrown in the air

Chase your desires / Catch them you might..

Drowns in naive lullabies

The halls are dispelling

Empire is crumbling to dust

I'm draggin’ my feet to do

All those things that I must

All the will-o'whispers

of the things that I might

Fade burned by the sun

On the edge of the night

Challenge the kings of Babylon

Travel by words through space in no time

Touch simple things and change them to nuggets

Love her like crazy and let it all rhyme

A new flake of snow in my hair

Fly into the fire / The future is bright

A new grain of sand in my eyes

Dive into the abyss / Follow the light

A new flake of snow in my hair

Chase your desires / Catch them you might..

A new grain of sand in my eyes

Chase your desires / Catch them you might..

Fly into the fire / The future is bright

Chase your desires / Catch them you might..

Fly into the fire / The future is bright

Chase your desires / Catch them you might..

The garden of forget-me-nots withers fast

Eclipsed by made up alibis

written by Ola Cacha

I want it white

I want it big

I want to see it rising

Far above the morning mists

I want those blades

To sing a song never heard

I want those triple red eyes

To spin my world

My wind turbine

I’m all yours

My wind turbine

You’re all mine

Grow in my garden

Cause I wanna smile

Hearing wooh wooh wooh

Up from the sky

And if I fall

I know where to crawl

Your natural power

Will make me high!

My wind turbine…

Wind stops

Your wings can’t fly

The whole world freezes

So I would cry

And I would cry

To melt it down

To let it flow

It wouldn’t work, I know

Instead I’ll put my hands

On your stubborn neck

And all that priceless energy

I’ll give it back

My wind turbine…

written by Krzysztof Hrynkiewicz

I know of demons that surround you

That they all stay too close behind

(the back of your head)

Unseen, yet always in position

To strike, to hurt, to bind

(with chains of utter dread)

I know of this sudden darkness, baby

I've felt that rain pour down on me

(From clear blue skies)

When your world starts collapsing,

(Inside yourself)

Is the worst place to be

(But please don't cry)

Cause if you feel there's no tomorrow

I'm on your side

And I will dive beneath your sorrow

To turn back

The tides in your broken heart

That make the world look gray.

I will lead you, don't fall apart, and hey -

Let's find a better day.

Remembering the night I kissed you

(yeah, under the stars)

Among all that snow and laughing

(and no mountain high)

No things they say, no things they do

(could set us apart)

From unborn, when we were dancing

(children in your eyes)

So if you feel there's no tomorrow...

We're not skipping life's fandango

(just look how they grow)

It's so good I lost that key

(and you could be my wife)

While everything entangles

(I want you to know)

With you I'm having, baby

(A time of my life)

(A time of my life)

(A time of my life)

So if you feel there's no tomorrow...

written by Krzysztof Hrynkiewicz

People,

Screen-light crusaders

Midnight invaders

Breaching the walls

you trolls

Fueled

By superstitions

Your self-ignition

Leads to disdain

And pain...

People,

Commiting treason

On your own reason

Your inner voice

It knows that

All those

Borrowed opinions

Praised by your minions

Are someone’s tools

You fools...

You copy paste somebody’s lines

To wrap your void, to self-define

But guess what? Nobody cares…

Shooting at others

You fail to see real harm is done,

But it’s you, who should bother

Your life will pass and you wont see the sun

People,

Why all this hatred?

You’re manipulated

To burn in flames

And shame that

Love is

So underrated

Depericiated

So hard to find

You kind...

You copy paste somebody’s lines….

written by Bartek Brosz

A drop is dripping from the tap,

The bath is full of water

On the sixth floor, late at night

in the Chinatown Hotel

These streets never sleep,

Bikes are everywhere.

It's almost New Year's Eve

In the Chinatown Hotel

ref.

I'm not asking why

You took me there

I just want to know

Will it happen again.

This silly New Year’s card

Is the only thing that’s left

So will We ever meet again

in the Chinatown Hotel?

Fried rice with chicken,

Thai barbecue and shrimps

Served on the street

near the Chinatown Hotel

The sweet smell of spices

and riots in the city,

but there's peace and quiet

in the Chinatown Hotel

ref.

I'm not asking why...

A drop is dripping from the tap

A drop is dripping from the tap

ref.

I'm not asking why....

This place is almost empty.

Yet, all the rooms are booked

Someone is testing fireworks

Above the Chinatown Hotel

Bangkok never sleeps,

It's Chinese New Year's Eve.

I send you all my love

From the Chinatown Hotel

I'm not asking why....

A drop is dripping from the tap

The riots in the city,

I wish You all the best

In the Chinese New Year's Eve.

written by Krzysztof Hrynkiewicz

Through windows of my secret treehouse

That's hidden inside my tree

I watch from above flowers blooming

So much like once you and me

So newborn, so much seventeen

Believing to be evergreen

I paint pictures over my body

Make up all those layers of lies.

Not sure why I am trying to cover

What's hidden under disguise

This girl that I always have been

A girl that is still seventeen.

But outside those windows

Everything will flow

The tree won’t stop to grow

We stumble and we fall

to see

the flowers that we knew so well

are gone

Why carve a map on your forehead?

Run rivers that dry out your eyes?

Why are you trying to fool me?

I see through your weary disguise

A boy that you always have been

That boy that is still seventeen

But outside those windows

Everything will flow

The tree won’t stop to grow

We stumble and we fall

to see

the flowers that we knew so well

are gone

Behind those windows

Entangled in between

The world and the unseen

Forever seventeen

Among the falling leaves believe in

Evergreen

Among the falling leaves believe in

Evergreen

Among the falling leaves believe in

Evergreen

written by Krzysztof Hrynkiewicz

You say you must

Shield your world so it would

Last

Till sun may rise

But it's a world that you

despise

And you can't look me in the eyes

Why can't you look me in the eyes?

You say you crave

For a song that you were

Brave

To make a stand

And I have to understand

That you can't take me by the hand

Why can't you take me by the hand?

Whatever you say

It's just some air that you blow

Words are wind

You know nothing,

Jon Snow....

(words are wind)

You say you know

How to face the final

Blow

To all there is

You say you must and you will miss

The times you'd wake me with a kiss

Why can't you wake me with a kiss?

Whatever you say

It's just some air that you blow

Words are wind

You know nothing,

Jon Snow....

(words are wind)

You say you've learned

To withstand being

burned

By the flame

And you are taking all the blame

That it will never be the same

But, Jon Snow,...

Your badge won't shine unless you keep it in the sun

Your song won't last unless it's sung to anyone

the road ends the same for every man, I won't deny

But you must live... ( you must live)

before you die....

Yes, you must live before you die…

written by Ola Cacha

music: Kuba Hrynkiewicz

Living your life in Rhyolite

On a desert road to nowhere

Doing, what’s supposed to be done

Mining golden ore

Once the deposits played out

Everything went bleak

And you couldn’t see the future

Even from Telescope Peak

Didn’t like the thing

Didn’t like the smell

And that’s why to Rhyolite

I bade farewell

Then you find yourself in Vegas

On a semi-bitter trip

Lose your head between facades

Look who’s on the strip

Scared just-married gambler

Wearing naughty nightwear

Place so dense it sucks you out

Talking biohazard now

I don't like this thing

I don't like the smell

And that’s why to Vegas

I bid farewell

But when you get lost in Mojave

No one ever finds you

Looking at your flesh burnt dry

Nobody figures out

That scorching sun and soaring wind

Gnawed you right to the core

That austere desert left the very

Essence of your soul

This I wanna drink

This I wanna smell

And that's why Mojave wasteland

Is where I’ll choose to dwell.