Wojciech Młynarski - Song szczura

A stormy night, a gloomy night
The storm roars, the wind blows
And the panties catch the rat
They catch the rat - that is me
They abandoned their positions
They shout: "It's time to finish with him!"
It flashes in everyone's hand
A stick or a knife

And the choir flows with the sea breeze
And the old man and the boy sings:
"An ugly rat will pay us
Behind the ship below and misery!
A wrong course on our boat
And for its outdated model
An ugly rat will pay us
If only those hands got him! "

A sharp rock scratches the deck
A sword grinds against the shallows
Where's the boatswain? He catches the rat
He threw his compass away
Engine drivers abandoned
Diesel remains of black paws
They went mad with hate
They shout: "Rat paw!"

And the choir flows with the sea breeze
Churas and command are singing:
"An ugly rat will pay us
For inadequacy in navigation!
A wrong course on our boat
And for its outdated model
An ugly rat will pay us
If only those hands got him! "

The bottom is already in the holes, the deck in the holes
The mast has broken, the sheet is torn
Where's the captain? He catches the rat
He catches the rat - that is me
A ship in the worst of the straits
He was sinking more than once, not twice
Before he drowns, let him in this song
I will write something and I will

And instead of the madmen stirring up the choir
I'll sing the chorus in a lighter tone:
I am an unusual rat
I don't slip away when the ship is sinking!
You boys can get me
Because I want to live here, although I don't have to
"Let's patch - I scream - the holes in the bottom!"
But the crowd of madmen drowns me out