Grupa operacyjna - Podłoga

1. July, the streets of the city, the fifteenth, melted asphalt.
I'm going for a walk with a hangover, I have to look for the car.
Although it is sick, in the evening parked somewhere cartload.
Where exactly? Unfortunately, I do not remember at all ...

Sure stands the club, last night was fire.
That spark, that up close, almost saw the floor.
The club went crazy after the first, the DJ did not play ballads.
If it was in Iran, then shouted "Allah!"

But it was not Persia, this weekend perversion.
Laski said, "c'mon." Do not say, "no stop".
Lives have seen when he broke a path in zigzags.
I teased like mad fakir on nails.

Someone brought the drinks and Desperados Despani -
- Rados, no please, do not pour so much in me already!
Is brought in the company, between the third and fourth,
For ten hours I understand that I left the car somewhere.

ref.
Old Where's My Car? I do not know, do not ask for anything!
Dude, where's my cart? And where is my culture?
Where are the manners? What am I doing with him?
Why again am I from near the floor?

2. July, the streets of the city, needed flashback here:
Let's go back a few hours - this is it!
Circle of the twenty-third, hut sits on the team.
I already have my eyes as narrow as the world Rydzyk.

I already have my eyes red like all the works of Lenin.
We descend to the car, it is only just beginning.
I fire a pipe from the pipe, run a pipe from the pet.
Embers of the smoldering like a comet, puff smoke - it's a rocket,

This bomb, this missile. The lungs are protesting strongly.
Drop down windows to smoke flew out the window.
Drain the windows down to hear this bit.
Okay, now pick up the glass, tremble not murder, because of shame.

When you go to the club, the protection of fives.
Once we hejtowali, such were the beginnings.
Today we are folks, as it weaves life is ...
Stairs are like rubber, I'm drunk, after all.

ref.
Old Where's My Car? I do not know, do not ask for anything!
Dude, where's my cart? And where is my culture?
Where are the manners? What am I doing with him?
Why again am I from near the floor?

3. At midnight the rolls to the club with the rest of the team.
DJ screams: "It is Mieszko" I go through densflor.
Why are they doing? Pumping up my ego!
Soon, the mirror will not recognize himself.

I walked up to the bar, poured into the murder of a brewery.
I said something to the brunette, should slap me.
I said something to the blondes, should do the same,
And that agrees on everything, I know - wake up in the morning.

One thought is beating uneasily as snare drum in the brain:
I use this on television shamelessly mug.
How I found here - including the point and place of living?
What am I doing with myself? After all, it does not make sense!

And she was just going out and in that time
Someone invites you to a VIP, someone out there with my girlfriend wants a picture.
What are you ... I'll go for a while ... And there pouring tequila!
This I know: I just got to knock the ticket.

ref.
Old Where's My Car? I do not know, do not ask for anything!
Dude, where's my cart? And where is my culture?
Where are the manners? What am I doing with him?
Why again am I from near the floor? (2 time)