PAVĖLAVAU (I'M LATE / Domas)

sometimes it seems I'm late already
sometimes it seems there is nothing better
but it is only a life sport
shots into the air, everyday start 

walking forward it is only walking
I see you doing the same everyday
you run forward, you sweat
but your eyes are empty - see nothing

I sit and watch how you run
I roll on the grass barefooted
you breathe heavily, you lack air
stop, have a rest - can't you?

ANTREKOTAS (Ve/Domas)

it was cold and windy winter of 1926
me, a young retired officer
dared to invite Morta for a date
I took her to Metropolis restaurant
jazz was played and candles lighted on
cold champagne helped to grow our passions
it seemed that all the world wanted to help me
say those words, that were in my heart for some years already
yes, this evening, this moment 
something must happen that I was waiting for ages

I was waiting for ages, for all those ages

seeking to conquer Morta's heart, 
I've ordered an antrekotas
sad orchestra solo made me to hold her 
and look into her dark wet eyes
we've forgot everything around us 
but only Morta tried some antrekotas, 
she turned blue and felt down in convulsions  

few years after Morta's death
I found out, that the antrekotas' was for
Polish spy, who sat near
all newspapers covered the event
and I, I was waiting 

MAD PEOPLE (Domas)

once in the morning and up in the street
i saw them marching feet after feet
with silly faces scanning slogans
they must be crazy hooligans

it's early morning and i want to sleep
they are disturbing my Sunday peace
i can’t longer sleep, i turn on TV
again the same faces, smiling and bases

i don't believe in your propaganda
you mad, not me
i don't believe in your propaganda
you wrong, not me

mad mad people

they make sick, dumb like fish
their feverish eyes spy upon me 
and stiff long fingers treat like dummy me 

EAST EUROPE SKA (Domas)

now listen, you, westside skanker!
can you hear the beat you’d like to skank to?
from Russia with love through the plains of Ukraine

it comes to you
it comes to you

bright and sunny tuneful horns
flies over dark and gloomy Baltic woods
to the streets of Poland where the pope was born on

it's a East Europe Ska!

swingin’ basslines with hungarian wine
mixed with czech and slovakian beer
makes you jump over Yugoslavia

can you believe it’s a ska guitar
that Desmond Dekker lost ago so far
it came from Roumania with fruits from Bulgaria

COMFORTABLE COMA (Domas)

i lay my head on da pillow
and aim my gaze at the ceiling
outside me life is goin' on
retired from life - i’m no more

no matter what they say
no matter what they want

comfortable coma
I feel allright
comfortable coma, oh yeah

my body is alive, but my soul is dead
so i chose to be a spectator, not an accomplice
nothing’s worries me, i’ve had enough
so try to wake me up, wake me up  

ULTRA VIOLENCE (Konanas/Domas)

see no point what gonna do
5 marks coin n’ life to screw
go’n’take a fuckin’ piece
of a shit in dad’s pocket

walkin’ slowly in a street
full time searching for a beat
knockin’ tryin’ get a job
sayin’ beggin’ blow me up

hurt me plenty, my mom too
ultra violence, I love you

sleep whole day untill the night
meet my mates n’ go to fight
end my life behind the bars
now I steal the richmen cars

place of birth's my only crime
reason treat me like a swine
homophobic sign is in your face
no one but you who breed this hate

MOONCHILD (Domas)

da evening's late and it's hot inside
and i need, i need somethin' fresh
i open window to da night
and i feel like i smoked hash

there are angels and devils
and who's that? who are you?
dancing up there in da sky
i guess i know what i should do

moonchild, i wanna dance with ya
moonchild, stay some more

my head is a boiling pot
and i'm so confused
these angels and devils stand on my way
moonchild, i love you anyway

i jumped into da night
i fly over city like a superman
no time to loose i hear you say
someday always gonna be someday

ALE SORRY (Domas)

not the first glass in front of me
I try to sink in whiskey
I tried to make it better
but it came out as always
but there is something
that disturbs me tiresomely
it doesn't allow me to forget

I thought you'll understand
but it ended otherwise
I wanted to say
but I didn't know how
my nerves are broken
you must go out

maybe I wanted too much
maybe I didn't understand 
something
but I wanted to make it better
and it came out as always
who's guilty, who's right
your face reproach on me

21 (Domas)

how much do you need to win
to put the last point
this is not enough, this is too much
you've lost - go away

21 - exactly what you need
21 - it's hard to hit

if you want to continue - take a risk
give away everything you have
understand at last, perceive
you'll never win, stop