Kleszcz & DiNO ft. Buka - Peter Pan HQ (CYRK NA QŁQ)

[Chorus: Tick] Like a bird fly high Bounce off the world Not growing up, no Nothing concerns me Towards the sun to fly Finding the child within you And stop time Nothing concerns me [Verse 1: The Tick] I've had enough, I'm angry and I've had enough, I'm going this (this) chase I'm going there, (there), where the sun, (the sun) It won't disappear behind the horizon Every day will bring (I don't know) – life under stress (aha) Green on the leaves will disappear when autumn will bring September, because everything is ripening Look, gold paint on the trees A new day is born, (day) and a shadow falls, (shadow) Pity those moths who have gone into sleep Without awareness, love, extinguished Paradoxically with bright light Enough! (Enough!) Alloy! (Stop!) Time stop Let the whole machine fall apart And you, and I, (and I) and she and him Let's take away the world's weapons Time like Picasso, (u) – catches the lasso, (u) Paints everyone until they fall asleep [Chorus: Tick] Like a bird fly high Bounce off the world Don't grow up, no Nothing concerns me Towards the sun fly Finding the child And stop time Nothing concerns me [Verse 2: The Tick] I have this plan, (plan): Not to grow up like Peter Pan, (no) Look what's happening, (it's happening), it's raging in the clouds, (it's pouring) Neverland definitely exists somewhere, (well, no) We are all children Bounce off the ground, fly up and Feel blissful, (blissful), give your legs a rest, (legs) Feel free, leave your tail, (oho) Because you don't need today, (her) Leave it, let it hang, (hang) Take forget why you need it, if you are free Everything changes, (changes) It changes in the eyes, (eyes) The soul is young and the old shell, (aha) I'm leaving the house, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm not there I leave everything, today I'm lazy I'm flying, (I'm flying), ahead, and on this journey I find the meaning of small and large things (Small, big, yes) (Small, big, yes) [Chorus: Tick] Like a bird fly high Bounce off the world Not growing up, no Nothing concerns me Towards the sun fly Finding the child in you And stop time Nothing concerns me Nothing concerns me [Verse 3: Beech] Twenty-seven years have passed – it's me Little Matthew – further to the goal On the carpet, over the heads of the system I fly and I look at the sky, except for its blue, I don't need anything else but clouds Here, I think, we'll arrange them into vocals We will write notes that we do not know at all Then we will sing it preferably in some room Where gentlemen with ties debate in a frenzy Let them sing with us: – We are so boring that tripe with oil – they shout like this – Let us out of the can, please! "Dead tuna could listen to you – It's best to take the pills, bring us, we'll take a sip quickly Maybe it will stop being sad Litanies to the course and the bars will cut – mole To kick them right next to the hole Because the blood boils and the veins pulsate When these C-H-U-J-E have no scruples And they keep bidding what they have, and all in all, fuck [Chorus: Tick] How to fly high bird Bounce off the world Not growing up, no Nothing concerns me Towards the sun to fly To find the child within me And to stop time Nothing concerns me