Kult - Bal kreślarzy

Look, a string of colourful lights drifts over the Seine
In the valley, Paris’ night song rumbles like a choir of crickets
Like knives, the black blades of rooftops slice the sky’s backdrop
In them, a window gleams — there, like you, someone else can't sleep

Tonight, in the Chambre de bonne, a ball of draftsmen
Each as refined as a lord
No one dares recall the day
Nor work — for work is a boorish sport

Pass the bottle, curb no desires
Let's all launch into orbit together
For when a man crawls from dawn till dusk
By night, he longs to be among the stars

And here you are, with hands
That bear a Gothic trace
And you are beautiful as the morning star
In your dresses from Marché aux Puces

I’d love to come closer, my dear
And hum my song into your ear
Yet there you lie, between two men
With a tap and sink between us

Who, like a Pole, can speak in silence, drink in silence
Roar so loud, yet throw a punch over a single word
Oh, woe! These Gothic hands once again
Find themselves where they shouldn't be
Forgive me, the doors broken down by the head of a Frog

Tonight, in the Chambre de bonne, a brawl erupts
The landlord will be furious again
But when a Frog gets too fired up
He always risks impalement

What do I care for their francs, their oysters?
I brought with me all I had from Poland
And I can, without much effort
Knock down whomever I please

So what if she ran after him
That they’ll patch his head in the infirmary
So what if she takes off her bra for him
I have my punch — he only has a store

So I'd rather give up caresses
And drink my whiskey with you
A life with no fixed address
But always my own name

So what if she ran after him
Everyone is free to settle as they wish
And he takes the cheap goods
While the whole world is mine

So, one more shot — perfect
We’ll fall, but agree with me
That of all the roads through life
Everyone has the right to choose the wrong one

That of all the roads through life
Everyone has the right to choose the wrong one
That of all the roads through life
Everyone has the right to choose the wrong one