It’s raining.
As they see the exit poll.
The difference too small.

It’s raining.
As they see the late poll.
Is Poland going to fall?

It’s raining.
They look up the last poll.
They won’t sleep tonight.
Nor will they tomorrow.
They won’t breathe.
They won’t… They can’t anymore.

A tasty cake on the table
With frosting and layers so divine
Each bite was a dream
A juicy cream cake
Every slice was truly sublime.

sunsets behind me
casts a shadow of a doubt
sunrise brings tears.

This is love!
Fits like a glove,
You’ve always been near—
I guess I’m just filled with fear.

This is love!
It’s all of this, you are.
Might not be what I had dreamt of,
But we can just drive away in a fast car.

This is love!
My band on your hand,
Your smile fits me like a glove,
Love is you—my partner, my friend.