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[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
I miss Tokyo shining like a neon
Tel'a'viv white as a veil
New York City rainy as
I've only just came back

Dirty Antananarivo
Although they were trying to cheat us on fuel
I miss the pizza in Verona and Pisa
And surely you know why I miss Riga

The Santiago by night and Lima
Hitchhiking in the desert
In that Toyota, I missed the air conditioning
That engine was noisy like the girls from the Rio

Riding on scooter through Vietnam
By this fucking crowded road
In each of these places, the fun was great
But even more...

[Chorus: Daria Zawiałow]
I've missed you, I don't lie like a bad one
I could use a cut but I'll take a bullet in my bubbletea
I've missed you, nostalgia is a flash
To which moths like us fly at night eagerly
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
I miss the heap of scattered shirts
For rapping to lose voice
Sleeping until five, playing from five
And for carefree porn watching

I miss the castle, the freestyle on the Błoniu
The joint in the corridor, running away from home
Maybe less for the empty wallet
I had to sweat like Bruce Lee did

I miss selling newspapers on Kosciuszko Square
The first money earned from ZPAV
The derby in Mława, a spoonful of sugar in coffee
The Ciechan [beer] in the pub

The carbohydrates and pancakes from Hit
When none of us was living like a robot
I miss that shitty life
But I guess I prefer it now healthy

[Chorus: Daria Zawiałow]
I've missed you, I don't lie like a bad one
I could use a cut but I'll take a bullet in my bubbletea
I've missed you, nostalgia is a flash
To which moths like us fly at night eagerly
[Verse 3: Quebonafide]
Miss Smarki Smark, because young chick
I had to get bored of her in the end
I miss the previous Reebok logo
New looks like it's for crossfitters

I also miss the Plus League, because without Smok
This program doesn't look the same anymore
After the sixth edition of Pro Evo Soccer
Jesus, how I shot with Adriano there

Miss a head painted white
After all I can always come back to that
Miss the screen split in four and playing survival games, Call of Duty
I miss the quattro-fromaggi from Diavolo
Sentiments will never leave me
I was pouring sauces like Pollock and listening to crunk drum beats

[Bridge: Daria Zawiałow & Quebonafide]
If I had to shoot into sky every time I start to miss
I'd send more balls up there to them than Nesquik
I'm lurking around my town like a Shakespeare in love...

[Chorus: Daria Zawiałow]
I've missed you, I don't lie like a bad one
I could use a cut but I'll take a bullet in my bubbletea
I've missed you, nostalgia is a flash
To which moths like us fly at night eagerly
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us
Moths like us