Perfect - Coś dzieje się w mej biednej głowie

What is going on in my mind

I work eleven year for cobbler,
I have graduated very hard seven classes.
For 1500 zloty I live in kitchen,
On Sunday I like drink my self or play cards.

Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
On window sill I sharpen big knife.
Moon crescent I would have cut like cake.
One shudders to think, how defenceless
It would have been belly my cobbler.

What is going on in my poor head.
Do everyone have that hum as like me?

I know that he lives in my town.
Man who has dragon gob.
He eats every day eggs in pie,
He is dreaming to in fresh meat sink my canines.

I want to as before
Heads executioner cut publicly down.
I would have done that the quickest.
Crowd would have clapped, and I fast
From sin had purged the world.

What is going on in my poor head.
Do everyone have that hum as like me?

I want that big, fat moon
Like as star fall from sky over,
To make huge hole in ground
In which one before me
All world can hide inside.

I pray that flying saucer
Will land exactly here,
To Green (Men) Will take me as far
'Till I will have finished in kitchen sharpen
That steel, long knife.

What is going on in my poor head.
Do everyone have that hum as like me?