Pablopavo i Ludziki - Mikołaj

Cold as dead hell
Green and white, trees at bus stops
Adults curse in crowded shops
Kids by computers, some on sledges

Mikołaj* is walking, his beard dirty
His sainthood very moderate
It’s a good time – Christmas cleaning
Good scavenge by every dumpster

He is not from here
Like half of this city
But he has his places
Where it’s warm and safe

He goes against the tide of crowd
That appears out of nowhere
Adverts under the snow
Grin like a Cheshire cat

When that other one was still alive
The one he vowed to years ago
He rarely fell out of life-frames
He drowned tips of the problems in booze

And when they carried her under a priest singing
He started caring less and less for his liver
Finally his son calculated
All gains and losses and faces to feed

So Mikołaj got into a sledge of PKP (polish train chain)
And went where Niemen’s** dreams sleep
And it was all colorful, cause summer as a wire***
And a colored metal collection point

In autumn he warmed up in empty buildings with buddies
He avoided misfortunes that walk in pairs****
In uniforms and fear, cause they're also not from here
And lost in the city of nine bus barns

He is not from here
Like half of this city
But he has his places
Where it’s warm and safe

He goes against the tide of crowd
That appears out of nowhere
Adverts under the snow
Grin like a Cheshire cat

And now a freezing cold as dead hell
is slowly harvesting among his buddies
You have to take care, cause there’s no reindeer
To warm you up when it’s cold as hell

Two days till Christmas and some millions of sun years
Mikołaj’s life is dirty and stable
Instead of a bag he pushes a baby carriage
A cloud of steam from his mouth, instead of elves and fairies

For comfort he has a bottle, that won’t betray him till it’s empty
A coat from a church and two rolls, quite big ones
He already has buddies, cause he’s got supplies for the evening
Naphtha (hootch), true, cures bad thoughts

By a heating pipe it’s drunk and laughed
Someone is singing a carol in the morning
However it breaks somewhere in the middle
Someone threatening someone with a word and a knife

Mikołaj's hiding behind him, what he wanted to hide
Beverage for holidays, so he can celebrate like a man
But there are a few, for whom it’s a betrayal
And drunken bad luck to whoever betrays buddies

Heads are boiling, new moon in the sky
He’s helplessly standing, and there is two of them
And a moment later no Mikołaj in the city any more
Dirty bunch of fairies howling at the moon

He is not from here
Like half of this city
But he has his places
Where it’s warm and safe

He goes against the tide of crowd
That appears out of nowhere
Adverts under the snow
Grin like a Cheshire cat

* Mikołaj – polish name for (Santa) Claus
** allusion to Niemen’s song about colorful dreams of Warsaw
*** weather as a wire = very nice, sunny
**** Misfortunes walk in pairs = when it rains it pours