Sokół i Marysia Starosta - Chujowo wyszło

A big butcher in clogs throws the dinghy on the sand and disappears,
And I notice that the beach is shining, I notice that the music is playing (I ask: where from?)
They say from the woods that you can clearly hear it (Some error)
I have a picture in my sight, but you can see better with it
The butcher comes back, holds the house elf under his arm and puts the little one overboard
I am trying to understand for a minute, I will give you a thaler that this is not a gnome
The brain is like a prism - it divides colors, the plane is different, a strange world
I told you so? It's not a gnome, it's a shrunken man brother
The music from the forest stops playing, and the old man gets up from the towel next to us
It is he who turned off the note, has a small radio, a screen and a hideous face
There is no need to pretend any longer, we laugh at everything very loudly
For others it is probably not entirely (fact) something strange is happening
When I turn my head (the world) reacts late and streaks
I should be serious, recovering by now, telling me something
I'd love to, I know it's wrong, but I curl up and cry through laughter
I'm not alone, there are three of us, everyone ate LSD!
Everything came fucked up / x2
A beautiful beach, a small river flows into the sea, a trip next to us stops
And stop judging me cause I know it's fucking wrong (Laugh)
But I can't, I roar and I beg you and let it stop (heat me up)
There's a mess in my head, neither I or the other two know how to take a break
Next to us there is a crowd of gentlemen and ladies, see that there is a baker, not a butcher
In white, the peasant confused us, the bastard, I look at the people from that trip
They all have something wrong, it crossed my mind if they were dangerous
There is no way I can stop laughing, I look at the water, I have an impression
that the sea is made of liquid glass,
Waves, sand, clouds in the sky like me, I can feel this state.
We walk into the woods all night, lose our way and smoke hash
It is morning now, my mother's sleepless night is behind us, and the tent is out there somewhere
I look at the group, one of them is just running down her face at neckline
Pants my lord, time has stopped and we are still held by acid
My family send a message heavy to read, but there's no way to stop me from laughing
These are patients, and the baker is a guardian of mentally ill patients. Look!
Everything came fucked up / x2