Sokół i Marysia Starosta - Zepsute miasto

I'm getting out of the car, the front headlights illuminate the road for a moment and then go out.
Just like in many cases, hope and ambition, it's so easy to fall asleep forever.
In a moment, an empty shame hangs in the air on Sunday. Someone prays not to throw up during Mass.
Here, everyone is busy filming with their cell phones. Well, except for those who cheat on their wives, so no one is filming.
She really wanted to taste champagne, tore her knees on the hotel carpet.
The boys' balls swell from growth hormone. Ladies constantly surprised by Botox.
Young guys wear feminine hairstyles. The diameters of young coils are like thick pipes.
I love you so much, ruined city.
Others will call it toxic love.


Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.
Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.


Warsaw, the capital, my WWA.
Warsaw... Warsaw...


If you park in the center, you're lucky and there are ten brothel ads on the doormats.
Then you look for your car and no luck. For hours, it's being dismantled for parts on an auction site.
For the girls looking to have fun, the weekend is great; you again don't remember anything, tie knots on penises.
Sex is like peeing, squirt for the sport, and without ASP, you dive deep into art.
To throw a stone at every whore, you'd have to dismantle the walls of this city.
Not just one tough guy flinched under their gaze, then whimpered alone, empty as a gun.
In four bare walls without decorations, he could smell the stench of burnt bridges.
The ruined city welcomes dreams again, vodka is like a life elixir for many here.


Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.
Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.


Warsaw, the capital, my WWA.
Warsaw... Warsaw...


Time races up moving stairs; it stops suddenly like crashing into a tree.
Here, you're just stuck in traffic and queues, at the parking lot cashier, unless you're in the metro.
In corporations, they teach you to kiss butt, and when the boss fires you, you lose all your moves.
Company bed, phone, and car, obedient little bitch without any tantrums.
Career is open here or it kneels. You can do a special today by standing on your hands.
The American dream here in Warsaw. Hey! Have you been screwed over this issue?
Humidifier, coke, vodka, and Viagra, planning to screw them on a cool Instagram.
The ruined city also has many merits, but that's not what this track is about today.


Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.
Ruined city.. the bell tolls for the careless.
Ruined city.. home to rebellious people.


Warsaw, the capital, my WWA.
Warsaw... Warsaw...