Michał Bajor - Siedmiomilowe buty

Michael traveled to Częstochowa
There he bought seven-league boots
With each step, seven miles would crack
Because Michael had such boots

He walked full of pride, walked full of arrogance
Wearing seven-league boots
In fifteen minutes he was in Warsaw
Here he says, I'll stay longer

His wife looked and cried
I won't catch up with my Michael anymore
His wife looked and cried
I won't catch up with my Michael anymore

The kids are constantly chasing him with the tram
While he's already in Kutno, he's already in Błonie
Michael set off to the cinema with his wife
But ended up in Radzymin

He wanted to visit his older daughter in the city
The address is known, 30 Złota Street
He went on foot because it was close
He got to Złota Street, but in Grodzisk

Once he arranged to meet his father-in-law in the market
Before he realized it, he was in Ciechocinek.
He ran back thinking he would make it
And soon found himself in the market in Łomża

He wanted to finally return to Warsaw
But every moment he was in another city
In Kielce, in Kalisz, in Płock, in Szczecin
And in Skierniewice, and in Koszalin

He couldn't manage, so near Opoczno
He groaned sorrowfully: I'll rest here
He sat down and looked greatly distressed
At his seven-league boots

He took them off in anger, threw them into the water
And barefoot he returned home
He took them off in anger, threw them into the water
And barefoot he returned home.