Mleko - Kto dogoni psa

I like Mr. Policeman very much
Tall boy, uniform, at his belt a baton.
I like Mr. Policeman very much
I also like the one who walks around dressed in moro.
With a transparent shield from the people is protected.
I like Mr. Policeman very much
He has a notebook, conversations with him are very cool.
He will always listen to you, like a small child through the streets.
If you miss a sign, he will show it to you on the block.
A good peasant tires all day for the country.
For the country, for social order, he tires for me and for you my friend.
He feeds his family from our taxes.
I like him very much, he wants good for me.
I love Mr. Policeman, he knows it well.


Paws, paws, four paws
And on his paws a shaggy dog.
Who will catch the dog, who will catch the dog
Maybe you, maybe you, maybe me after all.

For the country and his salary he forgets that he is a man
And for me he's no longer a man, but a machine.
He even after work to his wife explains the road signs.
The kids politely conduct their friends in the sandbox.
Such as daddy wants to be, they do not like mommy.
Father has a gun, a wireless radio and a cap,
And under the cap a very smart head.
I like the old policeman the most
He's already well-heeled.
He knows when it's okay to bang the flab with his friends.
The young one needs to be stroked sharply with the truncheons,
Because he's too big a buck, he likes to have fun with the young.
Then to the hole for forty-eight holds.
Let him know who has the authority.
For the second time he won't do such a thing.

Paws, paws, four paws
And on the paws the shaggy dog.
Who will catch the dog, who will catch the dog
Maybe you, maybe you, maybe me after all.

I like Mr. Militant very much
Oh sorry, it's just a name.
I like very much when instead of helping, he harms.
When instead of listening, he bludgeons.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why the dog on Mr. Policeman is called.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why a car a bitch called his.
It's very simple, I don't think I need to explain, my friend.
I'm very fond of the dog what chews from my bowl.
But why, he bites the paw of his master, the bread winner, why.
It's a simple matter, he no longer knows who he is supposed to serve.
When he is at work, and when he stops to rob the bowl.
The system has chewed his brain to death.
How do the dogs end up, do they go to paradise.
Just one more thing.
There are many burqas, but not every burqa is the same dog.
It's difficult to settle, difficult to resolve the dispute.
I think you have to turn into a wolf.

Paws, paws, four paws
And on the paws the shaggy dog.
Who will catch the dog, who will catch the dog
Maybe you, maybe you, maybe me after all.
Paws, paws, four paws.