Big Cyc - Durna piosenka

Ala has a cat, the militia has a club
Ala has a club, the militia has a cat
The cat has a club, the militia has Ala
But Ala wallows in the mud

The precinct is our home
In our home, there's a precinct
In Gdańsk, a new “Homek” has come out
Skiba is quite the madman

Hats over ears guarantee alliances
When you fire from a “Katyusha”, your ears swell
The party's program won’t bother us
The Soviet Army has been with you since childhood

We want to go to Alaska with the army
Longer clubs, lighter helmets
The state feeds and clothes you
Don’t burden it — just die

What’s this song about?
Show if your hands are clean
Strong hands, an empty head
That’s probably not worth the money

An old shepherd walks the road
Everyone in Poland has a hangover
Lots of happiness and sweetness
Though we’ll settle the score with the party

QQRYQ, Antena Krzyku
More truth, less nonsense
Greetings from the underground
Goodbye, the world is changing

Tanks to the Volga, stench to the East
We’ve got ideas in abundance
Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
What a stupid song

Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
What a stupid song
Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
What a stupid song

Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
What a stupid song…