Kazik - Jeszcze Polska ...

Look...
Look around, how much dirt there is on the street.
How ruined the people are, how tired they are.
And at night there are dirty prostitutes standing in front of the houses.
I'm afraid to walk at night, there's so much violence now.
These women who work day and night in factories.
These men who drown their despair in cheap wines
They don't see nice things, for them there are no nice things
Look, look around and don't try to deny
These hotel parking lots with begging children
Their happiness is to wash a car with German plates
Taxi drivers in their cars play cards for money
They wait all their lives for their benefactor
These abnormal views are normal to us, after all.
We are already abnormal, heheheheheh
What have you, motherfuckers, done to this land?
The confusion between a Catholic and a post-communist mania.
Those who pray every morning and go to church.
They would gladly kill you just for the shape of your nose.
The waters have already flowed from above into the poisoned lake.
To the lake of hatred, the home of the ancient dragon.
In every single company, only money is talked about.
Entrepreneurs are getting richer but the bogs are getting dirtier.
On the street near the “Palace”, the stench of traders is rising.
They drink, spit and puke, and sell in the meantime.
There are dirty carcasses on the tarpaulins and newspapers.
And on the tables, chocolate and beer have been brought.
These women who work until twelve o'clock to buy some bread and feed your family
This is the beginning of the end, heheheheheh
And what have you, motherfuckers, done to this land
Where these dirty gray crowds walk in summer, spring and winter?
And pass cars with broken windows
And don't look at the beggars with outstretched hands
These women who come back home after hard labor
Their hair is matted with dust, the master of their house is waiting for them
Hey, your bus is coming and red is its color!
And you say - it was red, now there is only stench and pong
Why in the summer here everyone in the crowd smells terribly of sweat
And they don't want to think for themselves, they already have ready-made phrases
On the street and in the apartments a cocktail of a priest and a guide
Who didn't suffer under communism, now it's just strictly nobody
What did the writer want to say by that? - asks the Polish language teacher.
He wanted to show the inequalities of early capitalism.
Those are the rich and poor, rich and poor, rich and poor
what have you, motherfuckers, done to this land?
Times a moving, been flowing for centuries and you cannot stop it by force.
Stupid national pride and complexes for centuries.
Dirty faces with mustaches, these aggressive frustrated people.
These women, tortured when the night is shining in the sky.
They are still standing on their legs, washing their children's clothes.
An old man in a greasy spoon cafe.
He eats potatoes with cucumbers He spent his whole life working in a steel mill, and the steelworks made no profit
All his hard work, it was all worth f**k all
If he had been lying there all his life, he’d be better off
In the old part of this city, sick people ask for alms.
When they have enough, they buy heroin.
And at night, cars are robbed in front of the houses
I'm afraid to walk at night, there's so much violence now
It's been prophesied, prophesied, prophesied
Look around, how much dirt is on the street
How damaged people are, how tortured they are
In cars on the sidewalks, with mirror glasses
They sit menacing and gloomy armed with gas pistols
Here the thieves rob everyone who moves
And they don't think about the police, because they attend the mass with confession now
Times are born again only fifty years too late
An experiment done, but unfortunately not successful
So it’s back to the past, catching what has already escaped
And invent heaven for yourself, and invent hell for others.
Look at the streets - what a great river of people flows forward.
In the car by the sidewalk, the girl has already been paid.
The day is coming to an end, the night will hide all the dirt.
Everything will become less visible (but the beating of the person lying in the street)
This land is dying, no one will stop it
This land is dying
This land is dying, no one can stop it
This land is dying
This land is dying, no one can stop it
This land is dying, heheheheheh This land is dying, no one can stop this
This land is dying
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye...

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Najlepsze jest to, że piosenka z 1992 roku, a nic się nie zmieniło.

Kazik jest najlepszy :D swietne ;))

do bólu szczere i po prostu genialne jak to Kazik :)

Cudowna piosenka ;]]