Łona - Ballada o szlachetnym czorcie

Ay can it be more beautiful? An October night full of glow,
I’m walking home down the Piastów Alley.
Indian summer! I’m checking if I have fruit for a cab somewhere …
One zloty ten… So this walk is right by all means.
Helmut’s stayed at home ‘cause he’s been recently lamenting the clutch.
Besides, it’s not good to drive under the influence being,
So I’m speeding up so as I don’t freeze here,
until I reach Sprzymierzonych Square (used to be Lenin).
And here is for joy a reason great as a rainbow - the night bus is speeding round the roundabout and it’s turning.
So I without much thought, and being able to do less,
immediately set off in hopeless pursuit of it.
The thing is that there are chances that I get it,
yet when I’m reaching it, it leaves the stop,
so resigned, I’m getting used to the idea of a further walk
and here’s where the performance starts!
As with a screech of tyres causing the toothache here's stopping in front of me a glittering BMW.
From behind the tainted glass a bald devil is looking at me ominously.
I think to myself” God could I be in debt to someone?
Whom do I owe? I lose my nerve from the guesswork
“maybe it’s Webber? Eee Webber wouldn’t rather send him.
So, maybe someone has finally felt offended
by the conclusion drawn skilfully from some of my punch lines?
Maybe it's time they whom I don’t
favour have found me?
Maybe it’s a Radio Virgin Mary fighter?”
And I know from other sources that they no without reciprocation don’t like me.
Yet he resolved my doubts by saying:
“I used to run like this, ineffectively in the main…
get in, we shall catch up with this bus”