Franek Kimono - Tankowanie nocą

Tonight I’m in for fuelling up again
Once more I feel a terrible lack of fuel
I’m all nervous, my hands are sweating
Once I relax – I’ll fill up my tank

I can’t move forward normally
Nor can I shift into reverse
When the hunger hits me
I start shaking and my head hurts

Fuelling up at night – just before midnight
Fuelling up at night without witnesses or stars
Who oils up at night – will fill the tank
They'll oil up to the roof, it's scary

Fuelling up at night
Just before midnight
Who oils up at night
Will fill the tank

This tank bar holds me, I need to be close
Like an addict waiting for a sign
This tank bar is like a bistro to a Frenchman
Without it, I’m flat, like a deflated tire

I know that comfort too, when they fill me up completely
When my engines finally start to drink
Two words – price doesn’t matter
When they fill me up, I finally start to live

Fuelling up at night – just before midnight
Fuelling up at night without witnesses or stars
Who oils up at night – will fill the tank
They'll oil up to the roof, it's scary

Fuelling up at night
Just before midnight
Who oils up at night – will fill the tank
Who oils up at night…

(Fuelling up at night – just before midnight)

Fuelling up at night
Just before midnight
Who oils up at night
Will fill up

Fuelling up at night
Just before midnight
Fuelling up at night
Without witnesses or stars

Fuelling up at night
Just before midnight
Fuelling up at night
Without witnesses or stars