Jacek Kaczmarski - Akompaniator

In the little finger the keyboard I have,
Hovewer I didn't prefer to practice gamutes.
But why tire the gamut
When accompaniment is played
Like me - whatever you like - I play.
On premises for drunken dams
I was playing - sober without being alone,
By slowfox or foxtrot
Make their job easier
When the last male’s dam breaks.

Outside the eye spotlight
Better side to the audience
For a modest discount
I rule the moods from the shadow
Harmonies, stars
Me - the accompanist.

Then there was a step towards art:
Student club, jazz, ballad, rock.
Young angry people came out
And I enriched the songbook
About unheard chords shock.
Politically, the key sounded and the singing:
Word - in a word, the rhythm warmed the blood.
In pimples and unshaven
They felt initiated
Challenging fate in the key of "ef".

Beyond the sly censorship eye
Wading deep through allusions
I am fighting a Ruthenian chord.
I rule the symbols from the shadows,
Quotes, ideas,
Me - the accompanist.

And I also played on strikes - and how!
The piano in the country was lacking.
"To Poland" or "Walls"
They thundered from my files
Although it was not to my taste.
Then some dick followed me
He listened, talked, talked about nonsense,
Because he was instructed by the authorities
Prove and Demonstrate
The political undertone of my nuts.

Beyond the academy glare,
No orders and no bonuses
With a financial loss
I rule from the shadows still - hymns,
Nations and unions
Me - the accompanist.

Martial law has come - you have to eat.
My content knows no limits.
So, over the Norwegian fjord
I put chord after chord
I know, I don't know what the song is about.
But the crown gives relative slack
The success in Oslo was: "Rode Bus".
I go on tour in concert,
I demolish
My life is turning into a nice blues.

In addition to the mother tongue,
Near and not close
For the currency for it -
I rule the Norwegians from the shadow
Highlanders and Lumberjacks
Me - the accompanist.

The passage of years has thinned the hair a bit,
I have a longer bar and a lower voice.
Yes, it is with the accompanist -
For versatility and humility
He rewarded my brow with a glow.
I will not waste words anymore
I have to sit down again tomorrow.
Let me add that I sense pride
When I go out in front of the instrument
To recognize me this and that.

I have fame and fame for nothing
But I like the scrap scene
Where is my workshop standing.
My moans are for nothing
When he doesn't listen to my hand -
Or when it's not tuned!