Ja mmm Chyba Ściebie - Krzysztof Podróżny / Kebaby

He's laid back, so laid back
Just like Chris the Traveller, or some kind of bird
He's laid back, laid back because
Because Chris the Traveller is not just anyone

So let me kindly introduce
Though I could do it naughtily
This is our lovely Chris
All sweetness and light
Boy lived peacefully
Like Switzerland in wartime
He tried to stay neutral
Never mean or importunate
But the idyll was over
When the delight led him astray
Therefore may somebody tell me
Who came up with this

Proverb (proverb)
Proverb (proverb)

Through stomach to the heart
When I hear this I'm getting stomach ache
Apparently cuisine isn't everything
The guy didn't know
Hilda was a good cook
In a flash recruited him to Silesia
It was good at first
But after a month around Friday
He had enough Silesian cuisine
And even more so a Silesian gal
All the time red cabbage, kluski and

Roulades, roulades, roulades, roulades, roulades (x3)
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah, yeah

He's laid back, so laid back
Just like Chris the Traveller, or some kind of bird
He's laid back, laid back because
Because Chris the Traveller is not just anyone

The story begins
And it's not his fault
That he's so laid back
Silly Chris the Traveller
The whole matter is that
Fueled by desire
To meet a foreign girl
Like those Toruń's

Kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs (x2)

It's about a girl
Gingerbread adventure
Just like Copernicus liked it
He put gingerbread in his kebab
And went on a great journey
To find himself a foreign girl
He passed Knurów, Ostrołęka
He kept going faithfully, he was persistent
He travelled, sightsaw, has been
Flew, swam, relaxed
He spent all savings
Because he never played dice
And arrived in sunny Barcelona
There are pure head cheeses
And krupnioks and kaszankas
Delicious kiszkas and lunch meats
His girl, his only one
His most precious, awaited
Dreamed up, suitable
For a wife, for a wife
So he searched around the whole world
He searched a foreign girl
He found her in Toruń
In a shack where

Kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs (x3)
Kebab, kebab, kebab, kebab

Now
We're all spinning like kebabs
We're laughing, we're not eating ourselves
Now we're all exchanging smiles
Compliments, so wholesomely

Now mister on the left from miss's right hand
He will tell her the future, utmost wholesomely

And now the mine-and-foundry brass band
(this isn't our song)
Is making us ke-kebabs
(this is our song)
Is making us ke-kebabs
(this is our song)

Mine-and-foundry brass band
Is making us ke-kebabs
Is making us ke-kebabs (x3)

And what will NATO say?
NATO says nothing (x3)

And what will NATO say?
(NATO is making us)
Kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs, kebabs (x3)
What we have, what we have, what we have, what we have, what we have