Edyta Geppert Jaka róża taki cierń இڿڰ

She was angry when he slammed the door Crying inside, dry tears in her eyes She thought, well The same old story Here was their little piece of land Two meters per three, hired corner Maybe it sounds silly But at that moment she had nothing more than Three dozen of bad years What was hurting, already disappeared But pain was still there As morning, such day no wonder As ocean, such shore no wonder As bedding, such dreams no wonder Nothing surprises me anymore As heart, such fear no wonder As weakness, such sin no wonder As pocket, such openhand no wonder Nothing surprises me anymore