Łona i Webber - Gdzie tak pięknie?

"Where can so beautifully"

[Stanza 1]
I can see changes in me, here’s their course
So far I have thought that I know where I live – well I know nothing
Weaker and weaker I know the profile of fellow countrymen
In this country of pragmatists with a penchant for philosophy
Everything’s on the decline for me, even on fast decline
Since whatever they tell me - I can hear just one word
Queues, roundups, funeral banquets or rages
Everywhere one word like a charm: “If”
Why just “if” for God’s sake, whereas
There are so many words which have a style, an allure
Which won’t let you so die here without wings
Such nothing more like “holloa” or “down with”
I don’t know, maybe this is the spelling it poorly plays
I’ll prompt that in both words there’s “o”
Never mind, they don’t want false verdicts here
My country has already chosen and went “if”

[Chorus]
Admittedly horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”

Horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”

[Stanza 2]

And I can hear in each place, on each way:
“Aargh, if that could get rounded somehow”
If he wouldn’t talk such nonsense, it’s scary”
“If I was younger, then surely yes”
Maybe things, that I would start in my lousy life
If Szczecin was located nearer Warsaw”
“I would surely go, if it weren’t for my ailments”
“If there was here a nursery school of the future”
“If I didn’t overtake helter-skelter”
Then indeed “if” from the great beyond
“If I read the recipe before I strain it”
“If I hadn’t run away, if I had known how to respond”
“If the fuck it weren’t for that defeat after defeat”
“If they on top were to survive on my salary”
“If it weren’t for those Russkie, if it weren’t for those Jews”
The whole of my country closed in “if”

[Chorus]
Admittedly horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”

Horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”

[Stanza 3]

The army of “if” standing at the gates, I feel like a prisoner
As this is not just the attack, but the siege and
All this which could be simple
Bends to the edge, as fellow countrymen ifrized like a spoiled brat
Has already started to suppose so cheerfully
That they freeze with “if” on their mouth
Where” two Poles, three views, and one hair
And they split it into four, five, six , seven
Or whatever it results in those parts
As if each of the unused “if” were to get its revenge
As if each “if” glittered with gold
The fanatics of excuses, lovers of hypotheses
And if though for a while to go off course
And take the word, which have more pulse, more power
To breathe some life into those sluggish gears
If though for w while – just “if”

[Chorus]
Admittedly horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”

Horizons are not too broad here, poor tastes
(But) Where can they suppose so beautifully?
Where would so wild crowds go along the way of fantasy?
The whole of my country closed in “if”