Bonus RPK - Serce Polski

Here is the translation of the provided lyrics into English:

This is Warsaw.

I grew up here where the heart of Poland is,
Warsaw style, message from Wola-Żoliborz,
the west-north from the left side of the Vistula,
strong, straightforward, obvious in perception.

A personal message about life in the capital without turmoil,
since birth, I know this city reaching the foundations,
not spreading nonsense, I know where my roots are,
and I'm proud they have grown into this soil.

Soaked with blood, sadness, sorrow, and suffering,
survived the uprising, bore the weight of wars,
tribute paid to it by the young generation,
may every Polish soldier rest in peace.

My city, there are few real Varsovians here,
most are rude people who have straw in their shoes,
they come in flocks, settle permanently,
but when holidays come, you don't see them at all.

Lights off and streets desolate,
on weekdays, traffic jams, reaching somewhere—impossible,
broad horizon, half a day I struggle with one issue,
that's how it is if you want to run a business in Warsaw.

More and more cameras and the devilish stench of cops,
fireflies, patrols, the criminal department snoops again,
always the PKU full of informants around,
and the prosecutor's office is swarming with scams.

What's up in the neighborhood, only old ladies are watching,
nobody hangs out there anymore because they inform,
some kids are running around,
and the boys in the park drink beer and smoke.

There used to be more graffiti on these blocks,
the new facade destroyed what I love,
everything so artificial, made for show,
the cover changed but still the same book.

As far as I remember, no remorse in this city,
everyone pokes their fingers into everyone else's matters,
everyone would like to take away someone's achievements,
if you lose control, they'll rob you in a moment.

Buddy, in pursuit of money, don't lose balance,
Kłobucka, Rakowiecka, Ciupagi,
be careful about yourself and your friends,
so you don't get caught and don't see each other in the visiting room. (Yeah).

In my city of Warsaw, one club rules,
since childhood, it's ingrained that KSP is the enemy,
the abbreviation on the gallows speaks for itself,
look, and in the crown, you'll only see Legia.

Many of my brothers ready for anything for them,
first matches for them, hip hop for me,
always connected to one place with all my heart,
I live in the capital, so don't ask who I'm for.

What's on the street, as usual, goods circulate secretly,
someone screwed someone over, someone hit someone hard,
and someone counted someone, overall nothing new,
except for the uncertainty of the next day.

Any moment now, Euro, big games,
ten years back, only stalls and kiosks,
where these games are taking place,
trade thrived, turnover flourished, whoever could, took advantage.

Today, what once mattered no longer does,
see how everything changes, future perspectives are important,
there's no mercy here, life squeezes hard,
like being stuffed into a juicer face first.

Mix, money, versus nothing, tired faces,
no hope in politicians, in their promises,
yet the capital has something in it,
gave me character and straightened my head.

Chorus 2x:
Our zones, our regions, our Warsaw,
greetings to good people,
our life, our streets, our Warsaw,
great pride and fame.

Our zones, our regions, our Warsaw,
wounds of a bloody past,
our life, our streets, our Warsaw,
endured in heroism.

The smell of the city.
Warsaw.
Since birth here.
Warsaw.
Straight from the heart.
The capital of Mazovia, about how it is to live here
and grow up.