Koniec Świata
Koniec Świata has come into being at the beginning of 2000 in Katowice, Poland. After 7 months, they went to the studio and they recorded their first album entitled "Korzenie" in English "The Roots". It took them about 5 days to record all music and it seemed as it was guerrilla warfare rather than recording but it was a lot of fun anyway. After the first album had been brought out they started to play more and more almost in each part of our country. Read Full BioKoniec Świata has come into being at the beginning of 2000 in Katowice, Poland. After 7 months, they went to the studio and they recorded their first album entitled "Korzenie" in English "The Roots". It took them about 5 days to record all music and it seemed as it was guerrilla warfare rather than recording but it was a lot of fun anyway. After the first album had been brought out they started to play more and more almost in each part of our country. The music they play can be described as a kind of punk rock with ska and folks elements. In the July of 2001, they recorded their second album entitled: "Symfonia na sprzedaż", in English "The symphony for sale". They were touring across all Poland and some part of Europe like Germany, Slovakia, Czech Republic, and U.K. In May 2005, they have published their third album entitled: "Kino Mockba" in English "Moscow Cinema". In 2007 the 4th album "Burgerbar" came out.
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Granat w plecaku
by Koniec Świata

Na pamięć znamy swą piosenkę
Już tyle czasu ręka w rękę
I podczas nerwowo iskrzących dni
Obgryzamy swe palce do krwi

Jak betonowe miasto ciemne
Znam Cię jak przeczytaną księgę
Więcej trzeba, aby siebie zadowolić
Na coraz więcej możemy sobie pozwolić

Patrzą na nas budki z papierosami
To tramwaj, który znam a w plecaku kromki mam
I niech rzucają w nas pestkami
Nie przejmuj się ja i tak w plecaku granat mam

W objęciach ulic w zamieszaniu
Jesteś zapachem na moim ubraniu
Połamane leżą łóżka drżą spuchnięte lepkie usta
Cichosza

Te obce noce w obcych ścianach
Wciąż tak często budzisz się sama
Gdzieś za miastem za murami
Skóra i ciało rozorane pazurami
Wykrztuśmy to, co siedzi w gardle
Tu na zmęczonym prześcieradle
Na mej ulicy pod nogami skrzypi śnieg
Na mym osiedlu po ścianach pełza zmierzch

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