Jerzy Porębski - Cztery piwka

From Świnoujście to Walvis Bay
The journey wasn’t short,
And after two days or less,
The vodka ran out.
"To bridge!" - shouted Grey Flak
And immediately said - "Two spades",
And the steward poured
Not just any brew into the TV.

Four beers on the table, a cigarette butt in the ashtray,
The king will soon embrace a laughing lady.
Somewhere between fingers, time drifts lazily.
The fourth hand, the ace beats the king.

And in the cards only one ace
And nothing else,
But I won’t say - "Pass",
Maybe they'll play a slam?
"Double" - I said to him, such a bluff,
To make him tone down a bit,
And Fred told him - "Four clubs!"
Hit without apology.

And "my" wiped his nose with two fingers,
Which means: got nothing...
And then Flak, raising his voice,
Said - "Four spades!"
And when he still showed four Kings
As he should,
Then Fred, with a misdeal - "Seven spades" -
Said - "Let Flak play!"

And I told him - "Double", he said to me - "Re",
I feel completely at ease,
Because I see in my cards that
There is a trump ace.
So I shoot! When Fred
Laid his cards on the table,
Everyone could see how
Grey Flak was hit by a stroke.

I no longer remember how many days
Time turned into months,
Monkfish went quite well
And we played more than once,
But never again Grey Flak,
I swear on jumped fleas,
Even if you begged him,
He never sat down to play again!

A cigarette butt in the ashtray, four beers on the table,
That laughing lady won’t be embraced by the king anymore.
Somewhere we lost the trump ace,
Time won that slam against us.

Four beers on the table, a cigarette butt in the ashtray,
The king will soon embrace a laughing lady.
Somewhere between fingers, time drifts lazily.
The fourth hand, the ace beats the king.