Taco Hemingway - Bez Stresu

Intro:
Father always warned me,
To stay away from men who
I don't know where they live
What their job is,
How much they earn monthly.
I wouldn’t want to disregard this warning.

Verse 1: Livka

I went out after dark
With classmates from my year
To dance a little (mmm), order a few shots.
Fresh out of a relationship, I’m not going to run around guys,
I met a guy who might keep up with me.
Black Ray-Bans and scars (mmm),
A bit strange between us.
Skinny bitch, skinny tie, skinny jeans,
They say he’s a bad, bad guy, I can fix him.
I say: "It's probably time to leave already.
I want to know you, but it's loud in this place."
Suddenly I feel we understand each other without words.
He tells me he has an apartment downtown,
And besides that, a few wounds and complexes.
I said: “Stop babbling if you want to talk.”
And he promises me he doesn't want sex.
I tell him: “We’ll see, no stress” (no stress).

Chorus: Livka and Taco Hemingway

No stress, without those dramas, epics, texts.
I say: No stress. No stress?
Yeah, let's not create dangerous precedents.
Seriously, no stress.
Seriously, no stress.

Verse 2: Livka

I pick up my coat from the cloakroom.
The car is already waiting for us.
He follows me (nice).
Vodka scratches my throat.
He fell asleep immediately, when I wake him, he says "Pardon"
And of course, lost his wallet, so I pay by card.
The place is a mess like Jackson Pollock.
From Zara Home, an empty hand lotion,
A bar that was supposed to say: “I’m grown-up.” (uhmm)
His lips tasted like Marlboro.
He finishes a third glass of port,
I can't undo my bra because my fingers tangle.
I think it’s going to be a clear horror,
But oh well, at worst I'll end up with an anecdote.
Lost like a stowaway,
Got off at the next station, fell on the couch.
White lines on the table and Jack White on the poster.
No point crying, I take a taxi and dash home (no stress).

Chorus: Livka and Taco Hemingway

No stress, without those dramas, epics, texts.
I say: No stress. No stress?
Yeah, let's not create dangerous precedents.
Seriously, no stress.
Seriously, no stress.

Verse 3: Livka and Taco Hemingway

A picture of a Warsaw night,
A mix of farce and horror,
Because everyone wants to be an adult.
The guy didn’t reply, but I wasn’t looking for trouble.
Suddenly I see him, standing with some chick.
Why is he glancing?
She’s pretty and slim, with light hair.
I feel like having a shot and a cigarette,
So I direct my smile at the Erasmus crowd.
Por favor, cigarrillo, for the redhead.
A big crowd around the bar,
Shots of vodka along the length of the counter.
Meanwhile, some drama hit him,
A big bruise shines under his sunglasses.
And my ex is standing outside again,
All alone, like a middle finger.
He was always a loner with that notebook,
Only pure definition of regret in his eyes when he writes:
"What really distinguishes a dream from a nightmare? (mhm)
What distinguishes the human heart from merchandise? (oh my God...)
What separates biting cold from fire? (what?)
How much truly separates indifference from frenzy?"
In my case, it’s three cigarettes and a shot of vodka, mistake,
I’ll need an antidote, though
I didn’t care about that Piotr earlier,
But he looked at her bust and winked at me, what?
People can be quite cruel,
But that they behave this way, some lowlifes? (what?)
They walk around the city in those awful skinny jeans
Looking for Madonna or a prostitute here.
Du-dude, it can’t be like this, for sure
Must be ki-kidding, no, the guy has the nerve.
I make a fu-fuss when they want to go outside,
And he just makes a face that he doesn’t care. No stress.

Today I laugh at this story,
But I know why I had a slight hysteria.
I hate when a guy pretends to be someone he's not.
And the worst part is, it still happens to this day.

Chorus: Livka and Taco

No stress, without those dramas, epics, texts.
I say: No stress. No stress?
Yeah, let's not create dangerous precedents.
Seriously, no stress,
Seriously, no stress.