Taco Hemingway - Sanatorium (feat. Dawid Podsiadło, Rosalie.)

Tłumaczenie:

[Taco Hemingway]
Take me to a sanatorium
I'm sick of rains on the weekend and flaming hot Tuesdays
I'm tired of that Warsaw, I want it to burn
But it won't happen, since fire would stand in a traffic jam

[Taco Hemingway, Dawid Podsiadło & Rosalie.]
There's not a chance
There's not a chance
There's not a chance
There's not a chance
There's...

[Taco Hemingway]
Nah, I'm just playing
I prefer Crakovian Suburb over Champs-Élysées
One small bottle of vodka and hunter's stew as an appetizer
Dude, I prefer De Gaulle's Roundabout over Piccadilly Circus
Even though in both places I've seen Poles drinking beer, oh
It's cool when you walk in a way characteristic for Warsaw
It's hard to describe, something like a dashing slow run
Slaloming through some badly parked cars
Independent Warsaw's citizens dig their own grave
I ain't got time to talk, I'm going to the gym again
I don't eat proteins, fats, carbons, I'm gonna look like a god
I'll cover my boring life with a fresh look
Those billboards everywhere, lots of bare asses everywhere
(Ah) Postcard from Warsaw

(Postcard from Warsaw, summer of 2k19)
(Cheers!)

[Taco Hemingway]
Postcard from Warsaw
I prefer honest frowns over fake smiles
I frequently talk bad of her, but she forgave me a lot
I tried escaping her, but I don't want to lose her
Even though her citizens always make me worried, no, no

[Dawid Podsiadło & Rosalie.]
There's not a chance
There's not a chance
There's not a... chance

[Taco Hemingway]
The society is being fed by gas stations and kebab locals
The only one to shake your hand is the one-handed bandit
Some people got skyscrapers, the others got scratch cards
Some people eat caviar, the others eat 2$ dumplings
And I sit there with coffee, searchin' through samples again
Got mad at Warsaw, waiting for Yandhi to drop
At 4am the birds wake up, I can't sleep
Some gallant guy grabs the microphone

[Dawid Podsiadło]
They drove my car (And didn't return it)
There was a fight next to a liquor store (I hear: "Dawid?")
Even though they don't ask for the ID ('93)
They always ask for these few pics (Just a snap)
One "OK" too far and I already see
A crowd of unknown hands, pressing "record" like a knife
It's stuck between my ribs
Drive me to a sanatorium

[Rosalie.]
So much sun in the city, finally
People burning in their cars
You haven't seen it yet
You haven't seen it, just look

Yesterday I dreamed of autumn
It's getting closer, hold up
Maybe you'll air my head
I hear the TV whooshing

I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance again

[Taco Hemingway & Rosalie.]
(I fall into a trance again)
I fall into a light trance again
(I fall into a trance again)
Winter time, summer time
(I fall into a trance again)
Magazines from Carrefour
(I fall into a trance again)
Ibuprofen, pills

(I fall into a trance again)
I fall into a light trance again
(I fall into a trance again)
Winter time, summer time
(I fall into a trance again)
Magazines from Carrefour
(I fall into a trance again)
Ibuprofen, pills, mhm

[Rosalie.]
I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance again
I fall into a trance... again