(bene)
Také to ráno, keď sa rodí svet.
Desať hodín a za oknom sa topí sneh.
Ona robí jedlo, kým ja robím rap.
Bratislava pradie jak Sonic cat.
A z Bandcampu nám tu hrá dáky blázon,
ktorého počulo asi len ďalších tisíc bláznov.
Proste ten svet, na ktorý sme si zvykli.
Všetko je tu real, aj tie stejky z cvikly.

(lyrik)
O dva kilometre iný svet.
Vynorení z postelí stále pradie podvedomie.
Na pozadí rána čo sa kolísa,
lebo Helena Hauff nám okupuje Spotify.
Letíme warpom, máme vlastný koráb,
vo vnútri plynie čas inak, doma je doma,
oleander, banánovník, my
a Kuki čo si naťahuje laby jak joga psík.


(bene)
Doma je doma, myseľ dokorán
putuje tými necelými päťdesiatími,
kým riad putuje do umývačky.
Ten tetris dospelých. Prosté dni.
A v hlave pocit, že včera v noci
som videl aspoň štrnásť barov a tam veľa pív.
A DeLonghi tlačí svojich pätnásť,
kým v hlave už mám šestnásty.

(lyrik)
O pár minút stále rozmazaní
ehn, rozmaznaní vieš, ako celý prvý svet,
naše mlyny melú pomaly, sme vleklí
jak pokazený expres.
Z postele na nový gauč, aj keď rád bežím,
tak milujem tie platformy, na ktorých ležím,
lebo život sa nám deje aj keď je dočasný,
furt sme duše tu a sme oka s tým, ó, viac nič.

(ceschi)
Damn my belly fat
I don't need a six pack
I don't even drink six packs
Pray for days like this
Minutes away
From paper chasing
Tight fists
Caught in the maze
Till life ends
Take a deep breath
None of it really makes sense
So stop dying to make cents
I can barely pay my rent
But at least I have the power to decide where my time is spent
No clocks ticking over here
No boss spitting in my ear
And I stopped living in fear
Not a single cop siren
No dying
And momma cooked the breakfast with no swine
Simple sweet silence
City dumb pretty
Underneath complete quiet
No petty critiques of these lines
Or fighting in a lions den....
Just coffee and a dachshund
I'm fine.
Just coffee and dachshund
I'm fine.
Quit asking
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Been flying
In an aeroplane over the sea
"How strange it is to be anything"
Sang it from the bottom of my guts
The older that I get, the bigger these nuts
Swollen and I'm stuck
But today I feel love.
Today I felt love.
Anything becomes real if you believe enough.


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(bene)
That kind of morning when the world is born
10 am and behind the window the melting snow
she’s doing food, I’m doing rap
Bratislava's purring like Sonic cat
and we’re listening to some fool on Bandcamp
only known to a thousand fools from Bandcamp
Simply the same old world following its route
everything’s real, even the steaks of beetroot

(lyrik)
Two kilometres on, a different world is made
Where rumpled we emerge from our beds
We’re just backgrounds to the morning sky
Because Helena Hauff occupies our Spotify
Hehe, we’re flying through a warp in our own space
The time passes differently, there’s no place
like home, the laurel, the banana tree, no smog
and a Kuki stretching his paws like a yoga dog

(bene)
There’s no place like home, mind open wide
traveling in a glide, sliding on the tide
while the dishes slide into the washer
this adult Tetris, simple but precious
and last night the head might
have seen 14 bars and had too many beers
while De Longhi pushes his 15 bars
and I’ve got the sixteenth in my ears

(lyrik)
A couple of minutes later, still hampered
ehm, pampered like all of the first
world, our mills grind slowly, we’re
dragging like a broken express
from bed to my sofa, though I like running
the platform to rest on now seems stunning
cause life is temporary, but it's still happening
and we bring the soul to this happening
and that’s it