Marsz, marsz (English Translation)

[VERSE 1] I blow up suddenly, get drunk and talk nonsense Maybe I’ll get a ticket, can see this cop growling Police officer, lurking from his cop car Because he seen me dancing in the rain drops from this ginger cloud My throat’s vibrating, can’t hear, the music’s playing These girl sniff their stripes, forgetting about Mazowiecki My heart misses me, 'cause I’m taking these shots again Bullet holes everywhere, and I’m limping like Rambo In this city, nobody’s dancing In this city, tango is a dainty Fruity gentlemen want to touch mangos with their bananas Throat’s getting dry from all the drugs Everyone’s dealing with bad luck, satan and glass White powder falls down on your black heels You probably eat up white like you used to eat up Big Milks I am here. They told me you left at 1 And your lips were shining like July-grown cherries [Chorus] You weren’t here again If you didn’t exist, the city would have it better I am here. I’ve been there. Actually, who wasn’t? The whole WWA is here, except of you I am here. I’ve been there. You’ve left with your friends On this legs which I tend to call rifles So, march, march! March, march, march! [VERSE 2] Looking for you in all the shot-bars With your girls you look like at Oscars ceremony My and my guys would propose you at sight Still we probably are just and bunch of faggots to you You tie your hair in an onion And the world irritates you like Alutka irritates Jędrula You bronchi probably ache so you cover them with smoke And you order some vodka with Red Bull You fly across the city like Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup Carrying your attributes: vodka, champagne, rolling paper Wild like desert, steppes, taiga and jungle And your eyelashes for men are like a chain for a hound You’re looking for a lighter, I’d give you some fire And harass you with sight like a priest, who rapes with God Mon dieu, you still love me, I don’t doubt that But last Friday you’ve left with this Peter guy [Chorus] You weren’t here again If you didn’t exist, the city would have it better I am here. I’ve been there. Actually, who wasn’t? The whole WWA is here, except of you I am here. I’ve been there. You’ve left with your friends On this legs which I tend to call rifles So, march, march! March, march, march! [VERSE 3] You like all kind of muscles Gesticulating, as if you had speaking matura again When I see you I have a big hole instead of my brain Want to go with you to restaurants, order couscous for two Then make love at night and have a pizza in the morning ‘Cause you’re good and cool but in a wrong company You prefer cocaine in lofts, we would rather beer by Vistula Maybe I’ll catch you and make you a nightmare, so you’d dream about me? Ok, I went too far But I probably ate too much jellied meat Tomorrow there will be Tylenol, then milk, coffee But still when I can, I save myself with a flask Bitter ginger cloud’s raining again I wonder what you’re doing and where you put your steps And why you don’t answer me, fuck, I beg you, answer me Then you are, I throw my flask, don’t have time to drink it And, then Bottle shatters on the sidewalk A couple’s going to a cab, maybe that's Grosik? And you yelling like crazy, nearing the guy And shout something which insinuates that, you do know each other from the past How many seconds have passed? 3 at most He takes that other girl and put her in the cab It that this Peter guy? For fuck’s sake, I’m so mad I’d throw a shoe at you if it wasn’t an Air Max Tragically in love… I’d cheer you up but I gotta go home to drink till the dawn I doesn’t matter you love other gentlemen But this douchebag known in whole city? Drama I’ve been there. Actually who hasn’t? The whole WWA is here, except of you…