Kat - Kapucyn zamknął drzwi

If paradise?
It's this hallway
La patiki, the ghosts of candles
Eyes glazed with misery
Had its Camelot
In his mouth a psalm
And blood on his hands

Poverty loved him
Left Street
- Potatoes, rags!
A wagon, a whip
A heap on his ass
Guggles from a tree
Oma grave, opa grave
Mama pit

Poverty hid him
Honest Street
Here comes the priest
And he's a toddler
Adoration, ice
- Dick

The shadow of the towers, the cold park
Over the gate an old bell
And a cross... like a scarecrow
Darkness is coming
- Our master is a treasure
King of dreams, trust me
The moaning of a target ends the tale
The Capuchin has closed the door

With a chorus they chose him
Sweetly howl
Evangelical here and there
The episcopal monastery was...
Prayer, stick
You give him, you give him....
Or in the snout

The shadow of the towers, the cold park
Over the gate, an old bell
And a cross... like a scarecrow
Here comes the darkness
- Our master is a treasure
King of dreams, trust me
The moaning of a target ends the tale
The Capuchin has closed the door

Virtue of the soul augurs hell
He smashes the mother's womb with a slice
To him the water flows with vengeance
White and gold drowns his rump

From the pulpit they curse

- The Lord gave, the Lord took
The barn loses its plumb line
- The Lord gave, the Lord took
And the sheep along with it
Eh, and the water saints too?

Where God smells a donkey
And the people wade in the cesspool
The reverend trebles with his mouth
Farting in his throne

And will be your ruin
The Slav will bark
By his "grace" treacherous
"Pisbollah" is his guard.
In the war for sin, power and...
He has already soared.
Not an eagle
After all, they saw the wreckage