Wojciech Młynarski - Ballada o kasjerze

A little town and small post office
quick break begins in post office.
The cashier finally closes his window,
the pile of banknotes counting stopped.
man can see some letters scattered,
and - in empty tea glass - bottom,
But he is tense, he is watching.
looking carefuly on his window.
suddenly opens it, leans out,
stomps, roars ,
then he yells extremely loudly:
who just said that "cashier's clumsy"?!
Who just said that "cashier's stupid"?!

Well... Sadly-quiet is post office,
un-sent parcels are lying over.
Here is the stench of borscht and cabbage
(there is cheap bar behind corner)
far from the entrance some bald dude
quietly addresses a letter,
closer someone stares at ceiling
(and the postage stamp is licking).
next one is carrying packages.
Breathless inside, dirt, hot, flies - flying.
Noone really says anything,
for sure noone calls clerk "stupid"

Cashier shouted half year over.
After six months, he was called
by the head of this post office
(which had wild look in his eyes)
And boss said - terribly angry:
Why are you so embarrassing?
No one is
so focused on you,
In such small town,
among all those flies, in such heat,
- even for a joke - to name you:
cashier... ...you know... ...et cetera.

So our cashier stopped yelling,
he got lazy, he got sleepy...But
when festive's orchestra plays marches,
his suspicions return quickly:
he thinks that the wind conductor,
offends him while batton swinging,
When the firefighter's parade continues
and the trombone part is played -
The cashier hears in marching rythm:
"cash -ier's clumsy, cash-ier's stupid."

The finale of my poem
in such words could be concluded:
I know, for good, a whole Country,
which reminds me of this cashier.
A small country, which seems to me
to be convinced, through millenia,
That someone keeps insulting it,
that someone keeps doubting on it.
Sometimes, someone tells the sad truth:
dear Country - you are wrong, totally.
No one is so focused on you.
Stop this show or you get record
in books (Guinness, maybe Gallup's).

But the country pulls his window
and yells: Who said "cashier's stupid"?!
Who said "cashier's stupid"?!

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This is not a word-to-word translation, but I tried to keep the original rythm and meaning. The original refrain literary states "cashier is an a*hole" - but in Polish language "a*hole" means "stupid and clumsy".