Kazik na Żywo - Artyści

All artists are prostitutes
In the fumes of better cigarettes, in the fumes of vodka
It all repeats itself in cycles
The time of hope, the man of iron

I bow to the leader of the revolution
The patron gives gold, the patron demands
This system must fall, now and immediately
Sung at a concert in the barracks

Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?
Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?

And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want

All artists are prostitutes
In the fumes of better cigarettes, in the fumes of vodka
The Third Republic, Polish People's Republic
The same thing again, the same thing again

Excuse me, can I take a picture with you, sir?
Me and my friend, a bear, Zakopane
With my work on stage, I want to achieve my goal
Order of the White Eagle, Builder of the PRL

Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?
Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?

And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want

All artists are prostitutes
In the fumes of better cigarettes, in the fumes of vodka
And some are better, and some are worse
And the worse ones are cheaper, and the better ones are more expensive

All artists are prostitutes
In the fumes of better cigarettes, in the fumes of vodka
And some are better, and some are worse
And the worse ones are cheaper, and the better ones are more expensive

Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?
Do you see this?
Aren't you ashamed?

And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they do whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want
And I hear them saying they're already doing whatever they want