Krystyna Janda - Bo we mnie drzemie tygrysica

Your home is a cage, a cage
and I am suffocating in it.
A woman, a wife, a mother -
that does not rhyme to me.
Because a tigress sleeps within me,
when I want something, I want it,
no, she is not an angel, not a virgin...
I tear conventions to shreds!
Oh, what's a wife,
she only wants jewelry,
and I am crazy,
crazy,
and that is what counts in love.
Because a tigress sleeps within me,
and in each of my stripes
there is a spring of passion
and you can hear a delightful moan.
I don't care about your debts.
The money...Take it, devil.
Flow streams of champagne
where my port is today.
Because a tigress sleeps within me,
did you ever know one?
Your studio is a cellar,
today I prefer dives and madness.
Oh, what's the wife,
she
only wants your chinchillas,
and I'm crazy,
crazy,
and that's what counts in love.

Because a tigress is sleeping in me,
you won't get out of the game unscathed.

I'm not thrilled by just anything today,
I demand, I demand blood!