[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…
