Kazik & Kwartet ProForma - Łącznik z Lanzarote

To Arrecife sails
Another ship from South
America
Soon it will stir up the game

Cargo holds full
Packed tight with goods
But what’s intriguing
Who’s tending the bar today?

Now there’s silence on set
What’s in the boats on the other side?
The port in Arrecife is vast
Red and green on every tide

When the ship docks
The workers get right to it
Unloading what’s needed
Labouring through great grit

White snow – and here I am, all alone
White snow – stopping myself, a monotone
White snow – it’s not so little
White snow – what’s the riddle?

Onto smaller ships
And quickly to the continent
This is the Schengen Zone
Where flowing freely is evident

Bribes already handed out
No trouble will arise
Everyone’s waiting
No returns, only buys

Oh, holy God
And even “Holy God” won’t help
We fend for ourselves
Or deal with the cops themselves

Everything is getting pricier
A hundredfold more than in Mexico
The war on drugs
Three volleys, and it’s over, though

White snow – what other colour could it be?
White snow – but I swear it wasn’t me
White snow – here I stand all alone
White snow – a whole year, I’ve grown

The war on drugs
Another campaign ahead
A vile trade
But effective, they said

Those who chase them
Pretend to earn their pay
Those who are chased reply:
“May God’s mercy pave the way”

This is the midway point
Here, the Sun shines all year round
A small island
Every year, the kids I’ve found

Cargo holds full
Packed tight with goods
This is the other side
And it’s not walled, understood

White snow – here I am, all alone
White snow – stopping myself, like stone
White snow – what other colour could it be?
White snow – the snow is innocent, you see

White snow – and here I am, all alone
White snow – stopping myself, a monotone
White snow – it’s not so little
White snow – what’s the riddle?