I was marching to know where you are today
Whether in Powiększenie, in the Patio or in 1500
I visited Plan B and Barka and a thousand more
These places and I will visit another thousand before I get discouraged
Only one meeting and then I can die
So I go back and forth like that fucking boomerang
I've been to all Kebab Kings, and Bobby Burgers
I asked taxi drivers where do young people go now
I get in a taxi, go with the driver in the smoke
We burn the cigarettes, I get off at Nowa Jerozolima
People stare like Moomin when Buka's in the Valley
Little Mi redhead in my pocket, mouth is black 'cause of wine
Pads as hard as scales, I was in Syreni Śpiew
And in Powiśle among the graffiti about Wisła and Widzew
About Lech, and about Lechia, Cracovia, PZPN
I have the impression that I have been in the field forever
I'm going back to Mazowiecka, I think I see him
Yes, it's him. Yes, it's him. Yes, yes, it's him. That Warsaw rogue
Your lover, moves like a big fish
With fratricidally bitten herring, with vodka in his throat
He's standing with some other girl, that buys him vodka
They go towards Kredytowa, where the trail ends
And I don't really care
And I rather feel like drinking enough
Mr. Driver, take me Zbawix
Because it doesn't really hurt to go there
Especially since it started to rain (us rain)
I can see on Insta that you are also somewhere (somewhere)
You thought stupid you'd run away from me but (me, but)
Who, like whom, is not told "away" (away, away, away, away)
I'll tell you how we do, gives you one last chance
We'll call you and come to Plan, or it's over
For fucks sake (sake, sake, sake)
[Outro]
The first victims of dance abuse, the most important thing is that everyone understands what is going on. The fun is still on!