I'm walking the streets, staring at pretty girls
Black coats, black skinny jeans and black Roshes
A smashed iPhone 6, though she earns peanuts
I don't ask where she gets the cash, if she wants to dance, go ahead
But I see she's unwilling, dear Lord
Maybe that one will, if this one won't?
My tongue gets tied, I'm just making weird sentences
Will it be a D-plus, maybe a C-minus, professor?
White bird s*it decorated a black Porsche
I always carry beers in the inner pocket of my coat
If it's the start of the month, it's Grolsch, end of the month, it's Łomża
Mom asks if I want a transfer, I say: 'Yes, please'
Six zeros, I'd like to make six zeros one day
The bartender asks me if he should pour another, yes, please
Someone asks me who I'm here with
Someone else asks if I want a punch in the face, I say: 'Go ahead'
Lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me
I've seen it all, I think I'll go back and go to bed
The bartender asks if I want another, yes, please
Yes, please, lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me
In this generation, on junk contracts, on commission
You don't talk about the future and social security, insurance
These people don't want to talk about payments on premium deposit accounts
And politics, we don't really have those items on the menu
But, but, I'm going to a party and living wonderfully
I'll have a smoke and a drink, to drown these sorrows
In the morning I'll order Domino's, though I was supposed to have a different diet
Than a beer diet, from February I'll start working out for good
On Facebook, only six-packs
My buddies are bragging like some preschoolers
Only pics from the gym, as all the guys' veins are pulsing
Tomorrow he'll post a pic from the theater, just to throw you off
People are rather weak, I don't take it well
Black holes are passing themselves off as northern lights
Who will give Fifi a hand when he falls ill?
The bartender asks if he should pour a round, I say: 'Yes, please'
Six zeros, I'd like to make six zeros one day
The bartender asks me if he should pour another, yes, please
Someone asks me who I'm here with
Someone else asks if I want a punch in the face, I say: 'Go ahead'
Lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me
I've seen it all, I think I'll go back and go to bed
The bartender asks if I want another, yes, please
Yes, please, lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me
A spring Friday, I'm riding at night on this Veturilo
I shouldn't, because I drank that red wine
I'd like to say now that I'm running from the police
But remember: life is not Ale Kino
The taste of our life is flat beer
Our romances fall short of all Harlequins
Instead of a black limousine, a beaten face, a big black eye
Don't look for a Scarlett, if you're not Rudolph Valentino
This is Poland, it's constantly cold here
Hide that convertible, the homies will swipe it in a moment
Everyone here whistles: 'Do re mi fa so la si do'
It's a melodic country, there's a million musicians like that here
I'm twenty-something years old, my plans are dying
I'm wandering around the city with a perpetually blasé look
A mind like a rifle, I could kill someone, slay them with a thought
Constantly chasing that dreadful number, that is, six zeros
I'd like to make six zeros one day
Six zeros, I'd like to make six zeros one day
Six zeros, I'd like to make six zeros one day
The bartender asks me if he should pour another, yes, please
Someone asks me who I'm here with
Someone else asks if I want a punch in the face, I say: 'Go ahead'
Lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me
I've seen it all, I think I'll go back and go to bed
The bartender asks if I want another, yes, please
Yes, please, lumps are growing, like the Karkonosze mountains
I'm an atheist, but may the good Lord help me