1. |
Fly My Kite
05:06
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Look, your tears won’t fall
I will catch them all
Soon your face will shine
The next day will be fine
You know you have in me someone you can trust
And if life’s a fireplace we won’t turn it into dust
We’re gonna fight for our own blue skies
And for the right to fall sometimes
They are not gonna tell us where to ride and which vehicle to chose
We will fly our kites
Pray for those who can’t
Hear their own heart’s chant
Pray but hold your shield
(because for them)
Life’s a battlefield
You know you have in me someone you can trust
And if life’s a fireplace we won’t turn it into dust
We’re gonna fight for our own blue skies
And for the right to fall sometimes
They are not gonna tell us where to ride and which vehicle to chose
We will fly our kites
WE CAN'T LOSE
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2. |
Little MEs
04:23
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The air is thick, it’s not easy to breathe
The way to nowhere, black as grief
Full of trees with the teeth and the eyes
They smile to me, but somehow it’s not nice
Try to get out of this nonsense
But my body’s lost the fight with quiescence
And suddenly I hear this melody
It’s so familiar it is hard to believe
It’s whistled by the bunch of little MEs
So small that they can easily disappear
No time to process what I’ve just seen
cause I’m being sucked into a giant TV
Now I’m praying that the show I’m playing in is an innocent comedy… but no!
I’m in the freakiest horror and the killer is me
Let me out of this huge screen
I’m in the freakiest horror and the killer is me
And suddenly I hear this melody
It’s so familiar it is hard to believe
It’s whistled by the bunch of little MEs
So small that they can easily disappear
The bunch of little MEs they have this funny little dance
But to see it clearly you might need at least a giant lens
Or just try to recall the greatest joy
Allow yourself to dance this melody
Sounds so familiar it is hard to believe
It’s whistled by the bunch of little MEs
who can defeat a giant TV and the smiling trees
The darkest thoughts and the smiling trees…
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3. |
Martian Bar
04:14
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I don’t wanna hear who won in the elections now
Snakes or hyenas – so not fair
Let’s not even try to discuss the pollution now
Most only pretend that they care
I will scream if I see one more crime report
Terrifying news, dog eat dog...
I packed my books and my notes and I kissed my Earth goodbye
I wanted to tell you “see you”, but I didn’t want to lie
But when the night comes you can look out for my ruby star
You’ll see me smiling and drinking wine in a Martian Bar
Why do wealthy people get things for free, seriously?
When the poor guy has to pay twice
I can’t stand the stories of idiots who know big shots
Guaranteeing them the best jobs
My heart breaks when a girl is raped but obeys
The law that tells her “this is her fault”, it’s her fault....
I packed my books and my notes and I kissed my Earth goodbye
I wanted to tell you “see you”, but I didn’t want to lie
But when the night comes you can look out for my ruby star
You’ll see me smiling and drinking wine in a Martian Bar
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4. |
Napisać Sobie
04:25
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Odpływa dzień,
otula noc,
głowa pełna bazgroleń
zanurza się pod koc.
Gdybym tak mogła napisać sobie
sama tę historię,
dom byłby prosty, a wokół niego
rosłyby peonie,
wielkie ramiona nie traciły
by temperatury,
lecz
zima jest.
Kolejny krok
pod mostkiem gra.
Zaglądam gdzie topnieje wzrok
na spotkanie cienia
Teraz już mogę napisać sobie
sama tę historię,
okno na morze, a wokół domu,
kwitnące peonie,
wielkie ramiona nietracące
temperatury obejmują
mnie.
WRITE IT MYSELF - TRANSLATION
The day passes by
envelops the night,
head full of scribbles
dives under the blanket.
If I could write that story myself
Home would be simple and
peonies would grow around the house
Great arms would not lose their temperature,
But it's winter here
The next step
I can hear the orchestry under the sternum
I look where the eyesight melts
To meet the shadow
Now I can write that story myself
Window to the sea and around the house
Blooming peonies around the house
Great arms not losing temperature
Are holding me
Now I can write that story myself
Window to the sea and around the house
Blooming peonies around the house
Great arms not losing temperature
Are holding me
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5. |
Marsjański Bar
04:14
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Nie interesuje mnie kto triumfuje w tym propagandy szumie, m-mmm
Nie rozpoczynajmy tematu klimatu, zbyt
wielu tu furiatów, m-hmm
Nie chcę słyszeć kolejnych doniesień o
parszywości ludzkiej-nieludzkiej
lecz wilczej, bo człowiek drugiemu
jak wilk
Już spakowana i ucałowana Ziemia ma
papapapapapapa…
“do zobaczenia” nie powiem,
powroty to nie ja
nanananananana… na nocnym niebie mój zobaczysz
ciemnozłoty blask
lalalalala… lampeczką wina przywita mnie
Marsjański Bar
Rockefelerowi gratisy, bonusy a
szary będzie płacił za dwóch
Rąsia rąsię myje, wygodnie się żyje, gdy
selektywny ćwiczy się słuch
Ktoś dziewczęcie narusza wbrew woli jej,
a prawo głosi, że ona winna
inaczej powinna
uśmiechać się
Już spakowana i ucałowana Ziemia ma
papapapapapapa… “do zobaczenia” nie powiem,
powroty to nie ja
nanananananana… na nocnym niebie mój zobaczysz
ciemnozłoty blask
lalalalala… lampeczką wina przywita mnie
Marsjański Bar
Już spakowana, ucałowana Ziemia Ziemia ma
"do zobaczenia" nie powiem, bo powroty to nie ja
na nocnym niebie mój zobaczysz ciemnozłoty blask
lampeczką wina przywita mnie Marsjański Bar
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6. |
Piękni
04:14
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Piękni i uśmiechnięci
Ludzie koloru tęczy
Kłaniają się wolności swej
Nie ma co się bać zniewolonych nienawiścią bytów chorych
Co monopol na morale myślą, że posiedli
Komuś pasowało wmówić im, że są bohaterami
Kiedy w serca braci swych rzucają kamieniami
Oj biedni, oni biedni są, oni są biedni
Oj biedni, oni biedni są, oni są biedni
A Wy..
Piękni i uśmiechnięci
Ludzie koloru tęczy
Kłaniają się wolności swej
Wysyłajmy miłość, choć wydaje się to trudne
Wysyłajmy miłość, choć wydaje się to trudne
Wysyłajmy miłość, choć wydaje się to trudne
Wysyłajmy miłość, wysyłajmy
My..
Piękni i uśmiechnięci
Ludzie koloru tęczy
Kłaniamy się wolności swej
PIĘKNI - Beautiful People (TRANSLATION)
Beautiful and smiling
People of the color of the rainbow
They bow to their freedom
There is no need to be afraid of those enslaved by hatred
Who think they've got monopoly on morale
Someone convinced them that they were heroes
When they throw stones in their brothers
Oh poor, they are poor, poor they are
Oh poor, they are poor, poor they are
And you..
Beautiful and smiling
People of the color of the rainbow
They bow to their freedom
Let's send love, although it seems difficult
Let's send love, although it seems difficult
Let's send love, although it seems difficult
Let's send love, let's send
We..
Beautiful and smiling
People of the color of the rainbow
We bow to our freedom
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Nala Spark Warsaw, Poland
Nala Spark is a Polish singer-songwriter with meaningful lyrics and expressive vocals.
Her music is
transformative, often turning obstacles into one's personal strength.
Nala's debut EP album "El Manifesto" is being released single by single since May 2021. Each song is a separate mood land, but instrumentally all are based on piano (J.Skajster), accordion (M.Mihok) and ukulele (Spark herself).
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