Jan Pietrzak - Dziewczyna z PRL-u

Girl from the PRL
Believe me, please, on my word
That in no KDL
Where I traveled on business
Is there one like you
There’s definitely no one like you
Girl from the PRL
Be faithful to me!

I’ve met many girls
For show and identification
I’ve had many meetings
With champagne and speeches
And I declare to you
An old rogue and rascal
Your character and charm
Is known throughout our camp

Girl from the PRL
Believe me, please, my only one
Without you, it’s like living without purpose
You keep me going
There’s no one like you
No one under the sun
Girl from the PRL, be my father

Oh, what am I saying?
Mother, brother-in-law, aunt
Just not the mother-in-law!

For you are indeed the one
Once called a "Polish girl" ages ago
Queen of the Sarmatian lands
Sated with honey and milk
Captured by Budrys
Turk, Tatar, and Vlach
But now I
Won’t give you to anyone!

Girl from the PRL
Believe me, I ask you
Though I can't afford much
You’ll live like in heaven
There’s no one like you
No other young lady
Girl from the PRL
I want to have with you some
Little, tiny
PRL-ettes!
PRL-ettes!…