Taco Hemingway - Człowiek z dziurą zamiast krtani

[Intro]
"At the intersection of Jerusalem Avenues and Marshal's St. a sign was placed at these two major streets of the Polish capital. The sign informs which way to go find Helsinki, Copenhagen, and Oslo. And which way to find Warsaw?"

Postcard from Warsaw, summer 2k19. Cheers.

[Lyrics]
I take a taxi to get to the other side of the bridge (bridge)
On the western side, it's already dead since that loud club is gone (club is gone)
Ultras are screaming at a black dude to speak Polish (Hey)
They shout at the DJ so that he won't play new singles, 'cause they prefer old-school
He plays some fresh stuff anyways
He gets hit in the stomach, he'll wake up in a near hospital
The police officer is supposed to guard peace
But he prefers giving a mandate to a young boy
Who passed the red light next to the eastern station
And he doesn't even know what he'll say to his father
He'd rather be a kid in the August sun
But it won't come back like the Polish trio in Dortmund
Bobby is staring at me from the billboard (whoo)
He's praising the imported shampoo (whoo)
And this Warsaw despises sports
Hangovers are dealt with from Tuesday to Friday
Typically we're in a traffic jam
We're almost at the record for traffic jams
The city breathes with exhaust fumes and we raise our kids in this smog (Hey)

Blonde high school students are bathing in this white again
Their skirts shorter than their teachers' salaries (Hey, hey)
Classmates tug their strings
Classmates pop their rubbers
Big bellies, but they want girls like on a Pirelli calendar, oh

Today they dance by the Vistula
They see stars like Michelin
All their plans are so vague
They live in a Disney fairy tale
Strange girls at MSBHV
Would be cool if life had a quick-save option
Always pour me an even number of shots
Once again I'm on factory settings

WWA, WWA, WWA
WWA, summer 2019
Here's a postcard from Warsaw, dear... (cough)
(Cough) (cough) at my place (cough)
(One, two, three)
Again

WWA, WWA, WWA
WWA, summer 2019
Here's a postcard from Warsaw, dear... (cough)
(Cough) (cough) at my place (cough)

Poland is on a war with themselves
Under the red neon of the Rossman (Hey)
A mural of the Warsaw Uprising
Right next to the ad of Powerade - "You've fallen? Arise!"
I won't even bother, 'cause everything's already been said
Soon you'll win the cards
Too many of those miserable hands
You'd like to get out of the city (uh-huh)
You remember how Grandma would drive you? (where?)
Somewhere in Masuria
Some pretty nostalgic songs on a tape (Hey)
Now it's all drugs and coke, food and boxing
With a mandate, you'll come back home afraid that your own mother won't recognize you

The DJ from the first verse died of a concussion (Concussion)
His bullies only listen to true-school (they want true-school)
They act like it's Medellin and smuggle cigs on a plane from Modlin
They got strange moves like in Hotline Bling
Bro, I've run out of cigarettes, so buy me a pack

A man with a hole instead of larynx
Staring at me from a cigarette pack
"You gotta die of something eventually"
Society is poisoning with germs
Some are searching for promotions and roam the bazaars
Others look for steppingstones while they chew calamari

When I'm standing at the post office (uh-huh)
I'm like a soldier on the front (uh-huh)
John Paul II is watching
No one in the nation is afraid (no one)
Like the fish of Jesus
Everyone's doubling and tripling every day (Hey)
A guy jumps off a bridge, I think he wants to see if he can walk on water
Turns out he could not.

[Outro)
"A vacation spent in the city has many advantages. We do not leave, so we lose, for example, touch with trains. Well, some will say the same of being in Masuria, at the seaside, or in the mountain air. But certain cars left for holiday there, so the city is looser and cleaner."