Doda - Niech żyje bal

This life, my dear, lasts as long as a dance
fandango, bolero, be-bop
Manna, Hosanna, rosary and bulwark
and the ride, and that's it, and stop


This ball is the longest they have invited us to
Sadly, there will be no encore
So before our hearts declare bankruptcy
To the ball, march to the ball

Go frenzy, aortas, I am going to the courts
Work, you burn in my hands
Pass by heartless cities, as you pass by ports
Because life, life is a ball

The buffet, like a buffet, is fully stocked
Depends if here or somewhere else
Dance while you are still alive and smile to your wife
And drink... To ladies' health


Long live the ball!
Because this life is the ball of all balls
Long live the ball!
They will never invite us ever again
The orchestra is playing
They are still dancing and the doors are open
The day worth a day
And this life is worth the effort



A peasant-worker and a rattlesnake,
Emerges from the nothingness of waves,
Leads his mother, his father and wife.
And goes, goes to the ball.


A desiccated Grim Reaper - that Miss Bouncer,
Will cut off our electricity in the middle of the day
So let's push our wheelbarrows of madness, like Byron,
Because now we have a ball!


Long live the ball!
Because this life is the ball of all balls
Long live the ball!
They will never invite us again
The orchestra is playing
They are still dancing and the doors are open
The day worth a day
And this life is worth the effort