Down
Tell me, how does it feel
When it comes to you
And all the things you say to me
You make me feel like nothing
Like nothing
When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing
And tell me, how should I feel
When it comes to you and all the games you play, on me
You still make feel like nothing
Like nothing
When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing
(When you break me down)
(When you break me down)
(When you break me down)
(And all the things you do)
(Like nothing, like nothing, like nothing)
Tell me, how should this feel
When it comes to you
And all the things you do, to me
This makes me feel like nothing
Like nothing
When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing
When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing
(When you break me down)
(Break me down)
I'm nothing
"Biali" wzieli do niewoli Czapajewa i Pietke. Codziennie pytali Czapajewa o tajemnice wojskowe, wracal do celi strasznie pobity. Po tygodniu zaczal uderzac glowa w sciane.
- Towarzyszu dowodco, przestancie - prosi Pietka - nie wystarcza ciosy "bialych"?
- Ech, Pietka, nie rozumiesz... Ta cholerna skleroza!
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