Kazik - 12 groszy Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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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