L.U.C - O witu, o izolofoteliku i o ślepym śledziu

Tłumaczenie:

(bacground vocals)
There once lived a salmon
My life is a fairytale
Zoop, trick, Bobbidi-Boo, some chinese recon
Got into my eyes
Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop

Zoop, trick, Bobbidu-Boo
Already in a different room
I close my eyes, hang by the sides
Rocking to the beat
I take a breath, don't panic
Over my Neverland I zoom in my isoarmchair [neologism]
When I slightly steer off I turn on my tick-tack blinkers
Everything is hangy and dandy like dachshund's balls and johnsons
From my ego cockpit I control my brain
Not the other way around, so I transport you all to Witu
But what is this "Witu"? Is this what you show here here?
No, it's a glade painted by sunny notes
It will drown the sorrows of credits and receipts
Witu is a mythical land where nothing sucks
Correct that fact of yours
Here I learn the craft of patiently reaching the tops

They tell I'm a Mentos in this hip-hop pencil case
So what if no one get me or my mess
I don't recount the scores anymore and I make my life a video movie reel
There is some drama, there is some comedy, ha ha
Today I don't issue any invoices, today I belong to the VIPs
Take a toke and sit down with me next to the house
Of moments hallucinatory like poppy-seeds
If something gets difficult we will recharge our IQ with a mobile top-up card
And in the news, they said that NASA
Awarded me with an almond body massage
For carrying cosmos under the dome
In such earthbound ages
And it all began in Łukęcin on vacations
Where I was invited by the director of that facility - Janusz Likesacid
He had three other complexes
Among them one, that
His right hand from plexiglass reeked of curated sausage
Because of that no one got in touch with him on facebook
And classmates on P.E. always mocked him
For his hobbling tumbles on the mats [wordplay based on the first syllabe alluding to word "penis", changed to a word meaning "to hobble"]
Sorrow fills my heart
Again like TGV on tracks I skim over the topics
And that's when I entered the cantine, an there
Next to the fake flower which looked like Gonzo
For his after-dinner meal, this whole polish pudding was devouring Formula 1 world champion - Fernando Alonso
I wonder, maybe he has a brother who works here in the kitchen
But I see how he presses his right foot tightly to the floor
I can't believe, I honestly lay on the sidewalk
In my mind I'm breaking plates and I wake up due to their bangings
After an hour, I jumped like if I were shot out of the bow
I run up, ask if I can get an autograph
And he responds with "no problem L.U.C."
Then we greet by bowing
I ask - mr Fernando
What are you doing by the Baltic seaside
After all, when it does not freeze over the polish see reeks of algae
And Fernando says

Ya know, sometimes between the races
I drop by here and there to invest some money
Ya know, on the polish seaside I plan to create a network
Of extravagant supermarkets selling double bass
Ya know, Pobierowo, Dziwnówek, Mielno, ya know
I also dropped by to buy out your Cepelia [artistic pawn shops during communist years]
And throw it at the world like a frag granade
Ya know, in a year this will be a worldwide brand
Massive export around the world
Details on the finish
As for buying out the ONZ skyscrapers for CEO quarters purposes
And at the top, neon sign "Cepelia"
Every night, like a pipe, I'll lit myself

And, by the way I wanted to check if this is true
That once upon a time in Vistula

There once lived a salmon, who was good at tracking tears of bad salmons thanks to his soft ganglia in brain
To be exact:

[x2]
The once lived a salmon, blind salmon
Who liked to wonder about blind donkey
Who went blind, because he blindly believed
That life would bring him happiness by itself
The once lived a salmon, blind salmon
Who liked to wonder
Whether to have or to be
Whether to do good or to do bad

Life is a fairytale