Kazik - 12 groszy versuri traducere în engleză
12 cents
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
The Tito's partisans liberated Yugoslavia
Without the Soviet's help. A fight on the party
Those from the other village had started, we finished it
Rambo 8 on TV. Look my friends!
So I have a high education, even though I’m not graduated
Just like president Kwaśniewski or Jaskiernia - the guardian of law
It turned out, that pastor King wasn’t a Negro
Nor Black - he was an Afro-American
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
The first cent for the orphans who have no father nor mother
Crones and madwomen, pack your bags, Bolo
The second cent for the crags, they don't eat supper
Their fuddy-duddies lie drunken, I vomit in the toilet
The third cent for the soldiers who watch over the Mother Country
Pruszków against Wołomin - the judge takes bribes from both of them
The fourth cent for the paper pusher, ‘cause he must eat something
Daddy has badly beaten up Mommy for her birthday
Not a right-winger nor a Whig, not even a fascist
Cowboy Cza Cza is just a normal communist
America is also falling apart, but that's a separate chapter
Bill Clinton was smoking weed, but he didn't puff
Go to work, you lazy fuckers!
But there’s no work here, so what are you going to say?
I’ve got lost after midnight in the South District of Chicago
I had my heart in my throat, but nothing bad happened
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
The fifth cent for the cop, cause we live much safer now
He drank a full bottle, but didn’t fall and I take care of him
The sixth cent for the monuments of those who created the history
When Maggie drinks, she gives everyone head
The seventh cent for the doctors. Who knows what may happen to us?
Who’s the best guitar player? Well, I’m not the worst one
The eights cent for the priest, cause the perish is a poor one
In the night shop a nasty witch sells vodka
On the trip to the mountains, all from our class were guzzling wine
A good pupil, a bad one, a boy and a girl
Our P.E. teacher made a lady who taught Polish drunk
She passed out and doesn't remember anything,
“Daddy 2”, “Kazik's Dad”, the time will come soon
Kazik’s Dad versus Hedorah
Get on your knees you boors! Luciano Pavarotti is singing!
Święcicki gave him a bit of my money
On the weddings they often vomit, so let me tell you
A good method is to drink the chicken soup at the beginning
Sweat stinks from beneath the armpits, it’s terribly crappy in the room
That’s how people with golden teeth amuse themselves
And the best haircut, if you don't know
Is short in front, long in back and the mustache on your face
Jack-knife, jack-knife - that's how they call me
Rogowiecki and Brozowicz, and they know everything about music!
12 cents, please don't cry
12 cents, I bring you in my teeth
The ninth cent for the uncle, he worked very hard
Who’s that fucking vegetarian that eats pork chop?
The tenth cent for Jadzia to make her fuck off
She has strength and an uncured angina
A cent for the janitor, maybe he will let me in
The sixth night without sleep, you can buy amphetamine on the street
Finally, the last one, the twelfth cent, I have for you
I love you and it will always be that way, I love you my darling
Everybody’s pissed, but all work very hard
Everybody smokes cigarettes, it will never end
My sister collects actors, my brother cuts out footballers
And I collect only pictures of nude women, if only I find them
At first “Dezerter', then radio, “Muzyczna Jedynka”
Whoever plays there, I don’t respect him
And the musical festival in Sopot, what a boozing and how much food,
How much money should you give to the lout with worn out kidneys?
They will give him, they will give him, he’s in debt all the time
New science fiction novel: John Paul 202
“How do you write your texts?” - when someone asks me
I’ll hit the fucker with my shoe, and then again with my fist
Copyright®: Andrzej Pałka.
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01.02.2025
Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...