Zbigniew Wodecki - Pożegnanie z Afryką (list do przyjaciela)

Dear friend in Africa, your corner
and my corner are like two wheels on a cart
As the continent of yours is not really that dark
like our Polish rustic black soil

Here the envoys pray for the rain
the grateful nation prays for the envoys
'Cause you see here it is like
the "cross" in Polish is the "backbone"

Even though the authorities uglify us like leprosy
the pan-polish euphoria goes on
while everything changes incessantly
and what changes the fastest is history

But generally speaking everyone's feeling well
and we never run out of crazy visions
'Cause we have as many shamans as dogs
except many of them were never vaccinated

And the tribal fight in the jungle goes on
It's better to hide in the fish's belly like Jonah
While you're surrounded by a swarm of locusts
And every other of them is a fucking missionary

So the partings awoke in us again
with the shining alfalfa and buckwheat
There may come the time again
when we're meant to say goodbye to Africa

Dear friend in Africa, your corner
and my corner are like two wheels on a cart
As the continent of yours is not really that dark
like our Polish rustic black soil

When we creep out to the world again
from our Ełks, Włodawys and Zgierzes...
Here I'm sending you hugs and kisses like a brother,
- A Polish highlander who can't be bothered somehow