Afro Kolektyw - Polonez dla początkujących

Ladies and gentlemen, let's line up
Our merry procession
Will dance now through the aisles
The narrow ones and return to the wide ones
Without leaving this hall
We go and count
One two three, one two three

I was born in the communist era
Where they built for thirty million people
And for sixteen years in a working-class hotel
I rotted with water dripping from the ceiling.
(One!) The whole country was common
So my father and his buddies took without asking
After all, everyone does it, damn it -
If you don't take, you're suspected.
(Two!) In school, they kept talking about the Second World War, and in Erefen
Seeing Polish poverty
The Germans gave me food,
As if we lost it then.
(Three!) Excessive pleasure was frowned upon,
They said every little bit adds up -
And neighbors always on the slate,
But they had a VCR to watch.
(One!) They glorified our name in the Olympics,
So I tried to gain strength -
There was iron, but no field,
Instead of goalposts, they put up chimneys.
(Two!) "Vodka, let us live" was broadcasted,
And we were allowed to take a sip
And we already knew: ethanol
Makes the pain of hopelessness disappear.
(Three!) They said "all people are brothers"
And in the butcher's shop, they fought over a piece of land,
They said "let's pass on the peace sign",
And the next day, they were looking for scapegoats.
(One!) Supposedly, we were a power,
And the times were still tough!
That's when I became skeptical probably
And I will probably die skeptical.

I won't fall for the Pope,
I don't trust the propaganda,
I won't fall for the flag,
Marching doesn't excite me at all,
So let the general and the expert,
Priest and the announcer blow smoke...
I know it's childish and funny -
But what's the use, since it still comes in handy?

The country fell from a piece of wax and saliva,
The new one wrote history freely,
Investment banks appeared,
And we could no longer afford the rent.
(Two!) They advised us: don't lick from behind the glass,
Catch up on overdue matters!
And entrepreneurs grew in influence,
Our backyard grew into waste.
(Three!) They created order by being honest,
But the greatest respect in the neighborhood
Went to the sons holding the bosses' reins, the bosses:
Smuggler and customs officer.
(One!) The most important newspaper in town
Named her the Businesswoman of December -
And our mothers aged prematurely
In shops, drying rooms, and kitchens.
(Two!) Traditionally, with bread and salt
It was necessary to welcome those who came -
But they messed up the Romanian under the school so much,
That the elders crossed him off the list!
(Three!) The world is shrinking - said the sociologist,
The world is changing - you have to be ready,
Meanwhile, they taught me to glue
A model of a ribbed prism.
(One!) If you want success - you have to work!
I boldly took a chance in the alley,
We cleaned the factory and our HR
Screwed us over with the pay.
(Two!) So supposedly, a tiger from the Wisla River,
And the times were tough again!
I guess that's when I became skeptical -
And I will probably die skeptical.

I won't fall for the Pope,
I don't trust promotions,
I won't fall for the flag,
I've always doubted advertising,
So let the politician and businessman,
Director, master, and star, go suck it...
I know it sounds banal and funny -
But what's the use, since it still comes in handy?
Distrust -
Here it is an essential trait for life.
It forces you to face reality,
It is justified both by a beggar and an emperor.
So, with a sad
Do I have a face in Poland today?
Nothing new, no surprises -
It only has the smirk of the millennium!
Smirk of the millennium!
Smirk of the millennium!