Jacek Kaczmarski i Zbigniew Łapiński - Czary skuteczne na swary odwieczne

Grand is need for sorcery
In troubling times of kingdome of no stakes.
Simple people believes in them, just as pretorians,
Rhyming formulas for change of destiny
And to get rid of
Worries and people.

Craft a puppet of your enemy
Of inevitable similarity,
Pin on it his name
Along with the name of the Evil One.
Burn in the chimney at night
And in agony your enemy will perish.

A bronze pin, beeswax
And you will free yourself from worries.

You can hear from noble lips passwords and spells,
Evil eyes burn while throwing curses
And charmed do not know
That final jugments have been made,
Cutet off head of chiken,
And body - into motion.

Take hangadmans dry tongue,
Unclean blood of squirells,
And mix in copper mortal.
Add the mass wine from the porch,
Finish potion, drink while it's fresh,
And world shall not believie your words.

Dead mans tongue, bitches mucus,
What do you say - is a must.

Magic fumes are flowing through the streets,
The simpiletones walk smoked with happienes,
Victim of unbelieve grind their teeth,
Because they did not coocked roast in this kitchen.
Are those miracle, or spells,
Which changed the world ?

Take last of beggars coin,
Give to sorcerer
And intoxicate with spells sound,
Cover head with a sack,
And throw yourself from tall stairs,
And you shall never feel hungry again.

If you don't believe - then pray,
What is there after all - earthly hunger ?