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Retfish punk-rock / Košice

„Retarded Fish sa meni na RETFISH!“

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Text skladby Midnight: Answer

z alba EP 2013

Autor hudby: Retarded Fish
Autor textu: Peter Tešliar

Every man has to fall to stand back up to be proud of good but bad still remains. But the worst problem of me and you is how we still underestimate lighthouses of life even they make darkest beach so shine. regarding to my defense, I put down all guns Shit I put into my mouth doesn't let me scream so I keep silence and write these words with hope of better tomorrow, knowing there's no friend I can borrow. throat dry, useless try to make a sound of a few words I'm the only one who must atone, with a tender tone to prove myself - I'm still the guy who's worth it! the last guy keeps the line of friendship fought out in this session. he has reflections to old days - walking side by side believe in punk-rock band with paper gear and when we lose, we're confused by abuse. touring in a van, passing town by town, bad things have always drown into oblivion. so here I go again with my heart on my sleeve I thought you'll reject my hand, old friend but now, clear and sober look up to the horizon makes me feel there's something waiting we can smile at.