Kult - Baranek

Ah, Those people, they're filthy pigs
What they said about my girlfriend
Some nonsense about her addictions
It's just pathetic and terrible!
That's what happens when someone is envious
When they lack love
They make rumours, but strangers evil won't keep me from
Seeing her in my own way

Flowery wreath on her head
A little twig in her hand
A lamb runs before her
A butterfly flies over her
She calls the lamb endlessly
Chases the butterfly with the twig*

They hurt my lady
They want to spit on her, cruel perverts
They want to drown her in the sea of envy
Paranoics, nasty sadistics
Dirty from the dirty debauchery
There are fake smiles on their mugs
They only want to drag her into their swamp, but beware
I know her better after all

Flowery wreath on her head
A little twig in her hand
A lamb runs before her
A butterfly flies over her
She calls the lamb endlessly
Chases the butterfly with the twig

They saw her with some boy again
She went to St. Tropez again
She was tired again, dear God
She was cleaning floors on yachts again
But why are her hands white
I wanted to ask, but i forgot
Bowing, she moved her hand, put a temple on a temple
And i fell into her as if she was abyss

Flowery wreath on her head
A little twig in her hand
A lamb runs before her
A butterfly flies over her
She calls the lamb endlessly
Chases the butterfly with the twig

Oh, the gir is trying beautifully
She makes money, she has a jaguar
It's hard to reconcile work and love
She comes to me less often
She just asks, covering blushing
Why i am looking at her like a reprobate
Why i am gnashing when she asks if she has nice breasts
Why i am foaming at the mouth

Flowery wreath on her head
A little twig in her hand
A lamb runs before her
A butterfly flies over her
She calls the lamb endlessly

*A quote from "Dziady pt. 3" - a poetic drama by the Polish poet Adam Mickiewicz. It is considered one of the great works of European Romanticism.

 

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