Nasza komuna w Stegnie.
Wybywam. Daleko. Po chillout. Będzie spokój. Czas na myślenie.
Żegnaj ukochane miasto.
Witajcie pola, rower i słońce. (jakiekolwiek żywię do was uczucia)
"Can't see the signs of a real change a commin'
Take another sip from your hobo's wine
Get yourself a million miles
From the concrete jungle
(...)
The rivers of the pavement
Are flowing now with blood
The children of the future
Are drowning in the flood"