Marek Grechuta - Hop szklankę piwa

On a black rock,
falling into the sea,
stands my castle,
encircled by a gallery of lace made of white marble,
of lace made of white marble?
of lace made of white marble?
Yes!
I wanted to write something,
what? what? what? what?
What resonates like a distant gong?
gong, gong, gong, gong,
What resonates like the distant gong of a temple?
when? when? when?
When, when the evening almond-colored sky
arches its dome over the city.

Above the frame of the planet,
in the midst of the starry night,
a series of alephs crawls towards infinity.
And infinity uncompleted,
freezes in itself, betrayed by itself.
Clusters, clusters, clusters of titans,
both horned and spectral specters,
scatter, scatter, scatter swarms of stars into the torn abyss.
Thought into its own doubt has sunk its claws,
and it gnaws at itself in its own abyss.
But whose thought is this? It doesn't think itself,
just as it thunders by itself and flashes by itself.
The point has expanded into n dimensions of space,
and space burst open
like a pierced balloon.

Hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, a glass of beer, hop!
The bottom of my soul is primal vengeance,
and my coat of arms is a juicy larva,
of paralyzed horses, avalanches, avalanches,
and officers with mournful faces.

Hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, hop, hop a glass of beer,
hop, a glass of beer, hop!
I weigh burdens that no Caesar of the world ever considered,
and everything flies away, flies away like cotton, flies away like cotton,
hop, a glass of beer, hop!

Above the frame of the planet,
in the midst of the starry night,
a series of alephs crawls towards infinity.
And infinity uncompleted,
freezes in itself, betrayed by itself.
Clusters, clusters, clusters of titans,
both horned and spectral specters,
scatter, scatter, scatter swarms of stars into the torn abyss.
Thought into its own doubt has sunk its claws,
and it gnaws at itself in its own abyss.