Michał Wiśniewski - Ich troje jest kradzione

I wrote a hit, whole country knew it, yelled and crowed
And they sang this way, exactly in step – guess how!
Already first places are missing,
Everybody’s playing Power Play.
What will happen, when they’ll find out,

That Wiśniewski isn’t me,
That that everything isn’t mine,
That it all is a great lie,
And “Ich Troje” is stolen?
That I don’t have to tell you
What do I live for, what I have got and haven’t, who will I give to!
Excuse me, I act like the boor!

I have already lots of cash,
I drive my “600”, its rims shine in sun,
I have my swimming pool, my pond,
Castle or two of them, three horses in the stable.
Man Of The Year, Mike The King,
I travel where I want to and who with I want to.
Please, just believe me today,

That Wiśniewski isn’t me,
That that everything isn’t mine,
That it all is a great lie,
And “Ich Troje” is stolen?
That I don’t have to tell you
What do I live for, what I have got and haven’t, who will I give to!
Pardon Monsieur, Madame, I act like the boor!

It could have been a nice day,
Unless someone didn’t take everything away from me.
So I’m standing next to you,
I’m wearing nothing at all and nobody knows:
Is it art or is it daub?
Is he seriously or is he mocking?
How much would you give to I could disappear?

‘Cause Wiśniewski isn’t me,
‘Cause that everything isn’t mine,
‘Cause it all is a great lie,
And “Ich Troje” is stolen.
‘Cause I don’t have to tell you
What do I live for, what I have got and haven’t, who will I give to!
Excuse me, I’m acting like the boor!
Excuse me, I’m acting like the boor!

Does Wiśniewski know about,
That with him is really bad already?
However I’ll tell you:
I’m not me, I’m me!

Though Wiśniewski isn’t me,
Though that everything isn’t mine,
Though it all is a great lie,
You shouldn’t have any problem with “Ich Troje”!
And I don’t have to tell you
What do I live for, what I have got and haven’t, who will I give to!
Excuse me, I act like…
Excuse me, I act like…
You see by yourselves how do I act.