AI - Ballada o Szpachli

Verse 1
In a garage dark as a cave, in a village as nasty as your old lady, he stands with a spatula, no scrap metal scares him. The whole thresholds are covered in rust, holes in the floor, so that your legs stick out. But for him it's a small beer, which he's already drunk. He doesn't work when sober.

Refrain
The spatula works its magic, the sheet metal shines like never before, the old man. No rust will last, and his services are cheap.

Verse 2
He conjures up a miracle on metal, every scratch is a detail. In the darkness of work the shine flickers, the shield above how it rattles. Smooth as glass, that's how it has to be. Every car will shine. Oh, there's some rust left here, okay, fuck it, it will be.

Refrain
The spatula works its magic, the sheet metal shines like never before, the old man. No rust will last, and his services are cheap.

The entire thresholds are covered in rust, the sheet metal shines like never before, the old man. No rust will last, and his services are cheap.

Smooth as glass, that's how it has to be. Every car will shine. Oh, there's a bit of rust left here, okay, fuck it, it will be.

Chorus
The putty works its magic, the sheet metal shines like never before, the old man. No rust will last, and his services are cheap.