Fisz Emade Tworzywo - 2020

I will not cry, I will wipe my snot in tissues
I won't stand at attention, I'll just dance the samba
Cause it's a black samba
No decorations, no fanfare
Though some of us have shit in our lungs
And tartar in our brains
Others walk in the afterlife
barefoot, in flip-flops
Like heavy opiates
They walk on clouds, in purple suits
Made in God, not your favourite Vistula
Is God an architect, an angel or a tyrant?
He cuts our fate like a suit to size
After a few wines
Whiskey and gin, drunk from a bottle under Mount Sinai
For those who gave up on him long ago
Kurt Cobain and Tony Allen play to sleep
Jerzy Pilch writes their last will and testament
Demarczyk sings, and in the chorus the Swamp Boys
I put on a space suit
Like Pharoah Sanders I wait for karma
I shake my shoulders
To relieve the gloom
I'm dancing the black samba
I say goodbye to 2020
With my middle finger

What will the new year be like, what will it bring? I don't know
If you want to know so much
Follow profiles, articles with a fat lead
Profiles, call a celebrity instead of the police
Celebrities, virologists, surgeons and fortune tellers
They'll give you a lecture
They're like www.milliontips
They have a virtual PhD, paid for in bitcoin
They have a PhD from TikTok, they do pato-fitness in 16 stanzas
Mr pato-raps "Bareja", a pato-talent pato-hat trick
They have a PhD from TikTok, they do pato-fitness in 16 stanzas
Mr Japa's pato-raps a pato-talent pato-hat trick
Raps the mayor, the president, raps lolo from tv
Rap Christ, Bishop and Milli Vanilli
Hey, and irony is not a kind of flower
Sarcasm is not plasma, it's not a system or an ideology
Metaphor is not ointment, nor camphor
You talk about resentment, but you don't know the meaning of the word
Sing your lalalala, but this year was a scandal
No decorations, no fanfare
And for stupidity who will issue a ticket?
When the police are at rainbow marches
Or at the home of the Polish Tsar
You can steal, do violence and lie

No bonuses, no prizes, threes, sixes
We run to say goodbye, leave behind us
With no views in millions, complete paralysis
We say goodbye to another tsunami with our paws
No tears, no anthem
2.0 printed on a photocopier
2.0 by the mirror, 2.0 like Herod
These are cruel numbers, numbers in stereo
I'm not lying, I'm not standing, I don't belong, like an animal
To the party, to the left to the right
To the bottom to the top
To the sect, to the curia
And you wonder
Like Cardinal Dziwisz
You do not see, you do not hear
In Polish, in Italian
In Yiddish

To relieve the gloom
We dance the black samba
We say goodbye to 2020
With the middle finger

Stop, stop
And the sky is in our mouths

Pull up, pull up
My earth

Stop, stop
Mercy, my earth

Pull up, pull up
In our mouths we have the sky

Locked in our cities
Above our heads a dark star
New year, new chance
In our mouths we have the sky