Албум (или стихосбирка):
Dzieciom
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английски
Tu
Przez szparę w parkiecie ujrzałem piekło,
Coś wyło tam wściekło,
Lecz mnie nie urzekło.
Cóż było mówić, diabeł ani pisnął,
Wrócił do siebie i czapkę nacisnął.
Sprawa oczywista,
Szatan jest sadysta.
A czemu niemiły, z jakiej przyczyny?
Sam może nieboże i nie ma dziewczyny.
Ci z nieba przez lufcik wrzucili mi haczyk,
że byłby etacik, może Mały Fiacik.
Lecz mają warunek i problem w tym,
że muszę być dobry, tylko nie wiem w czym.
Zresztą gdzie tam ja i duchowi atleci,
A w delegacji zwykle tęsknię do dzieci,
Poza tym brak w niebie sieci.
Nie mają tam sieci, a wielcy profeci.
W piekle jakoś tak se,
Do nieba - dziękuję nie trzeba.
Co my źle po środku mamy?
Tu jest jak u mamy,
Jak u mamy tu mamy.
Raz i dwa, dwa i raz
I raz i dwa, dwa i raz
I raz i dwa, dwa i raz
Tu po środku jest w sam raz
Na dole wśród smoły,
Niezdaluchy i pierdoły,
Na górze Jezusy
I ich lizusy.
Tu jesteśmy wolni,
Tu nie mamy zwierzchnika,
Za to mamy kobiety,
A kobiety są pycha...
Raz i dwa, dwa i raz
I raz i dwa, dwa i raz
I raz i dwa, dwa i raz
Tu po środku jest w sam raz.
Tu jest jak u mamy,
Jak u mamy tu mamy.
W piekle jakoś tak se
Do nieba dziękuję nie trzeba
Co?
My źle po środku mamy?
Tu jest jak u mamy
Jak u mamy
Tu mamy
Kiedy dramat w trakcie,
Nie myśl wiele o drugim akcie.
Diabeł jest głupi,
A chcesz aniołka, to ci tata kupi.
Here
Through a crack in the floor I saw hell
Something was howling in there furiously
But didn't captivate me
What was there to say, the devil made no sound
He went back home and pulled on a hat
An obvious matter
Satan is a sadist
And why is he unkind, for what reason?
Maybe he's lonely, the poor soul, has no girlfriend
The guys in heaven threw me a hook through the window opening
That there would be a full-time job, maybe a little Fiat
But they've got a condition and the problem is
That I have to be good, but I don't know at what
Besides, I'd stand out between the soul athletes
And I usually miss the kids when I'm traveling
On top of that, there's no signal in heaven
They have no signal and they call themselves great prophets
It's kinda so-so in hell
To heaven - no, thank you
What's wrong here in the middle?
It's just like at mom's here
Like at mom's here
One and two, two and one
And one and two, two and one
And one and two, two and one
Here in the middle, it's just right
Below, among tar
Dropouts and losers
Above, Jesuses
And their suck-ups
Here we are free
Here we have no superiors
But we have women
And women are delicious
One and two, two and one
And one and two, two and one
And one and two, two and one
Here in the middle, it's just right
It's just like at mom's here
Like at mom's here
It's kinda so-so in hell
To heaven - no, thank you
What?
It's bad for us here in the middle?
It's just like at mom's here
Like at mom's
We have here
When the drama is underway
Don't think too much about the second act
The devil is stupid
And if you want an angel, your dad will buy it for you
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Добавено в отговор на заявка, направена от 
lylaphoenix
lylaphoenix 
Give a shoutout to Petrolea
Коментар:
"Just like at mom's" is a phrase basically meaning "comfortable, safe and at home".
The "little Fiat" is a Fiat 126, which was a very popular car in Poland in the past and became something of a symbol of an achievable, low-profile life goal
