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It was Jarzyna’s birthday, I went to Młociny
The hangover only came in the morning as I was passing Wawrzyszew
Still drunk I pass Stare Bielany
Still intoxicated, wearing old clothes, still sleepy
If I were religious, I would go to confession
But I'm not on right terms with God, I think to myself as I see Słodowiec
A breeze of air at Metro Marymont
Again I didn't manage to take a breath, I need to get outside
A guy eating a sandwich is smacking his lips loudly
And it's only Plac Wilsona, I think I'm going to die
An artist with a folder thinks he’s Matejko or maybe Banksy
But he lacks imagination, it’s almost Dworzec Gdański
(Next station) Ratusz Arsenał
Velarized "l" and I'm in agony at the moment
I close my eyes and dream it’s Świętokrzyska
Guys with kebabs came in chomping on meat

(Next station) A liter of wine and half of vodka
and six fags to smoke and keep grieving
(Next station) A liter of vodka and half of wine
It’s the end of July, it'll be winter soon
Like a partisan in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza
(Next station) in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza

I can hear someone playing a chair, it has to be Centrum
Not bad, someone buy him a drum and hand it over to him
I'm in so much pain as I pass Politechnika
I think some guy wants my seat, he's just standing there staring
(Next station) Pole Mokotowskie
A sad nun is reading God's Word
Dead silence in the car, it will soon be Metro Racławicka
Everyone’s a bit scruffy, everyone’s tightening their belts
Single gentlemen, their penises itching
talking about women as we're passing Wierzbno
The tongue meets the teeth and there’s the taste of wine
But that’s the last drop, it’s almost Wilanowska
I need to leave, I can’t do this any more
Rains and storms all over my head, it’s only Służew
Wait, I didn’t replenish my fluids
I grab my water bottle, son, it’s Ursynów
I think so, I can barely see, I need my to get a haircut
I've really had enough of it, I'm passing Stokłosy
Yesterday the demons, I guess we drank a cup together,
They begged we share, It's almost Imielin
Now, stay quiet like some Shaolin monks
My head hurts so bad, yes, I can hear, it’s Natolin
And now I know I’ll get in trouble
Last station, Kabaty

(Next station) A liter of wine and half of vodka
and six fags to smoke and keep grieving
(Next station) A liter of vodka and half of wine
It’s the end of July, it'll be winter soon
Like a partisan in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza
(Next station) in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza

My family is probably missing me and praying
They are probably on a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Licheń
Because this party lasted about as long as the Congress of Vienna
But I’m going back, getting the metro, Dworzec Wileński
My iPhone’s ringing but I do not feel like talking
A chick from Praga stands there dressed in disco-baroque clothing
Now the train quickly passes Stadion Narodowy
We would buy GTA and Eminem’s new album there
Centrum Nauki Kopernik
A guy with dreadlocks holds his backpack and in the backpack are his herbs
Still drunk, my head is soothed by the smell of marijuana
I smile at him, he leaves though, how rude
An accordionist got in at Uniwersytet
He loves gypsy tunes but he also likes screaming
I give him two zloty, because I also like music
Though the metro car's acoustics are ruining it
Metro Świętokrzyska
Guys with kebabs came in chomping on meat
There's one beast who needs a hundred tweezers
Hot sauce stains the hoodie somewhere near Rondo ONZ
I could spend the whole day watching him like that
It’s just a metro ride, but how entertaining
But now it’s over, I need to get out, see the sky again
Last station, Rondo Daszyńskiego

(Next station) A liter of wine and half of vodka
and six fags to smoke and keep grieving
(Next station) A liter of vodka and half of wine
It’s the end of July, it'll be winter soon
Like a partisan in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza
(Next station) in this fucking miserable city
A massive hangover and deep dish pizza