Zielone żabki - Kultura

In my town children
Play badminton in the street
The elderly and youngsters drink wine
In the gateways or at their homes

And the culture is supposedly here
It’s shown by our grand cultural centre
Even sometimes jazz flows from its windows
So why is it like it this – I don’t understand / x2

The joints are full of youths
Perhaps creative perhaps gifted
Their ambitions drown in the mugs
As there are too many free mugs

And the culture is supposedly here
It’s shown by our grand cultural centre
Even sometimes jazz flows from its windows
So why is it like this – I don’t understand / x2

There is going to be a gala on children’s day
There are literary parties
And our neighbour chased as away from the cellar as
Our music is crazy

And the culture is supposedly here
It’s shown by our grand cultural centre
Even sometimes jazz flows from its windows
So why is it like this – I don’t understand / x2

There is there is no culture here…

And the culture is supposedly here
It’s shown by our grand cultural centre
Even sometimes jazz flows from its windows
So why is it like this – I don’t understand, no