Kazik - Baranek

Oh these people, such dirty swine
What they’ve spread about my girl, it's malign
Some nonsense about her habits and vices
Oh, it's just pitiful and frightening
That’s how it goes when someone’s jealous
When they lack love themselves, it's perilous
They spawn rumors, but no external evil will harm
My way of seeing her, it stays calm

She has a floral wreath on her head
A green twig in her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand

They hurt my lady
Want to spit on her, those vile perverts
Want to drown her in a sea of envy
Paranoids, vile sadists
Mired in dirty debauchery
With false smiles on their faces
Trying to drag her into their mire, but no way!
I know her better anyway

She has a floral wreath on her head
A green twig in her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand

Again, they saw her with some guy
Again, she went to Saint-Tropez
Again, she struggled, dear God
Again, scrubbing floors on yachts abroad
But why are her hands so white?
I wanted to ask – but forgot outright
She bowed, waved her hand, resting her head on mine
Again, I sank into her as into brine

Oh, the girl tries so beautifully
Makes money, has a Jaguar, truly
It’s hard to reconcile work and love
She may visit me less often thereof
She just asks, hiding a blush
Why I look at her with such hush?
Why I grind my teeth when she asks – if her bust’s a must?
Why do I foam at the mouth, almost combust?

She has a floral wreath on her head
A green twig in her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand
A lamb runs ahead
A butterfly flies above her hand