Koniec Świata - Balanga

Where are those three chord songs
And the clever faces of modest girls
All I have left is a gorget carved with scars
And beautiful tattoos in my soul

Where will we go during a storm like this
When clouds swirl above us
And we all go where
Some fool leads us anyway

A few streets from here someone is running against the flow
And someone is banging their head into the bell
It was the last ferry, the last handshake
Nothing will take us from here anymore
Let's have a huge ball today

And where the hell does
The word "Good day!" and "Thank you!" live
Riffraff of the world comes here
And undercooked groats

So sit with me on the pavement
And count the holes in my sweater
Open a bottle full of adventure
And revive my dead shivers

A few streets from here someone is running against the flow
And someone is banging their head into the bell
It was the last ferry, the last handshake
Nothing will take us from here anymore
Let's have a huge ball today

Let's have a ball above all balls, let's have a huge ball
Let it be perfect again, let there be no regrets
And let's stop living as a punishment, just hand me a guitar
Old three chord songs I still know well

Let's have a ball above all balls
Let it be perfect again
Strong wine will screw heads up
The party will mess us up

I still see a sparkle
Of comfort and hope in your eyes
So many have looked into them
Yet they never saw anything