Szlugi i Kalafiory (English Translation)

[Intro] Warsaw in the evening, that’s how we like to behold it. We look for well-lit avenues, full of metropolitan motion and hubbub. Residents of Warsaw love to small-talk by music and black coffee. But please do look closely, because people here also deal with other type of affairs… [Bridge] In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers This town smells like fags and cauliflowers In offices were brandy… This town smells like fags and cauliflowers … he gave women flowers [Refrain] This town smells like fags and cauliflowers Kids walk aimlessly ‘round the town to shake off their demons This town smells like meat fried in hell Forty years old passersby still snoop and look furiously This town smells like fags and cauliflowers Kids fill themselves with vodka, to drown their demons Mr. officer I’m only dancing Mr. Mr. Mr. officer, I’m just dancing My lungs tremble again and swirl in waltz Milk and honey in this land, that usually flows with smoke and lard Mr. officer, ooo Mr. officer [Vers] City of concrete and lost phones I walk on the street paved in iPhone glass hoarfrost She isn’t here again, so I’m walking home Walking alone, so I spill my guts out for you, because I don’t know to whom else (don’t know to whom else!) Smoking menthol fags This green pack of fags accentuates my green Nikes I usually put all rumours in between those fucking fairytales But now I know why he gives you those likes Listener Meet Peter, me and my ex For many women Peter is a tantalizing taste And this whole situation gives me a complex I’m pretty sure she and this Scoundrel had— And therefore this text, I’m following them three Maybe four weeks, so I’m sketching a prospect What a tough luck, Peter has many flocks of birds Go to Peter and ask - monogamy? - „No, thanks!” Huh! [Bridge] In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers This town smells like fags and cauliflowers In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers This town smells like fags and cauliflowers He gave women flowers [Refrainn] This town smells like fags and cauliflowers Kids walk aimlessly ‘round the town to shake off their demons This town smells like meat fried in hell Forty years old passersby still snoop and look furiously This town smells like fags and cauliflowers Kids fill themselves with vodka, to drown their demons Mr. officer I’m only dancing Mr. Mr. Mr. officer, I’m just dancing