Edyta Bartosiewicz Angel
Dark, narrow streets, I still think of it
This place has no name, no mercy
Big, peering eye, it looks down from the sky
But I am not sure if it can see
And if you protest, they will burn you alive
Oh, how does it feel to be really free?
Well, I could be deaf, and I could be blind, too
But still I have my feelings left
I'm looking for angel, tender & sincere
I'm looking for angel
Someone who'd save me
(I'm looking, looking, looking for angel)
In these darkest days
I'm. looking for angel
I hate this nameless place
Maybe there's still some emotion
But surely there is no respect
Oh, I won't complain & won't despair
I just don't wan go through all that again
I'm looking for angel...
I wish I could get out of this nameless place!
Is this so hard to understand?!
Is this so hard to realize?!
I'm. not listening to what they say
'Cause I don't care, I don't care no more!
They love to talk about the truth
Then they watch you & control you
Doing things that are not fair
I don't care, I don't care - no more!
'Cause I'm. looking for angel...
... I wish I could get out of this nameless place