Lyrics Ballada o głupim Wiesławie (remix) - Żywiołak
Jenny,
Jenny
you
don't
know
the
nights
I
hide
Below
a
second
story
room
to
whistle
you
down
The
man
who's
let
to
divvy
up,
time
is
a
miser
He's
got
a
silver
coin
only
lets
it
shine
for
hours
While
you
sleep
it
away
There's
one
rare
and
odd
style
of
living
Part
only
known
to
the
everybody
Jenny
A
comical
where's
the
end
parade
Of
the
sort
people
here
would
think
unusual
Jenny
Tonight
upon
the
mock
brine
of
a
Luna
Sea
Far
off
we
sail
on
to
back
o'
the
moon
Jenny,
Jenny
you
don't
know
the
days
I've
tried
Telling
backyard
tales
so
to
maybe
amuse
Oh,
your
mood
is
never
giddy
if
you
smile,
I'm
delighted
But
you'd
rather
pout
such
a
lazy
child
You
dare
fold
your
arms,
tisk
and
say
that
I
lie
There's
one
rare
and
odd
style
of
thinking
Part
only
known
to
the
everybody,
Jenny
The
small
step
and
giant
leap
takers
Got
the
head
start
in
the
race
toward
it
Jenny
Tonight
upon
the
mock
brine
of
a
Luna
Sea
Far
off
we
sail
on
to
the
back
o'
the
moon
That
was
a
sigh
but
not
meant
to
envy
you
When
your
age
was
mine,
some
things
were
sworn
true
Morning
would
come
and
calendar
pages
had
New
printed
seasons
on
their
opposite
sides
Jenny,
Jenny
you
don't
know
the
nights
I
hide
Below
a
second
story
room
to
whistle
you
down
Oh,
the
man
who's
let
to
divvy
up,
time
is
a
miser
He's
got
a
silver
coin,
lets
it
shine
for
hours
While
you
sleep
it
away
There's
one
rare
and
odd
style
of
living
Part
only
known
to
the
everybody
Jenny
Out
of
tin
ships
jump
the
bubble
head
boys
To
push
their
flags
into
powdered
soils
and
cry
No
second
placers
No
smart
looking
geese
in
bonnets
Dance
with
pigs
in
high
button
trousers
No
milk
pail
for
the
farmer's
daughter
No
merry
towns
of
sweet
walled
houses
Here,
I've
found
back
o'
the
moon
Not
here,
I've
found
back
o'
the
moon
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