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Taco Hemingway - Mięso (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
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I've sat for two hours in Plan B alone You were supposed to be my wife, but nothing's changed Three hours in Plan B alone You were supposed to be my wife, but nothing's changed Life is a a load of codswallop, except I'd like a bloody one You don't answer the phone, so I send you letters It's already stopped raining and worms are crawling over the city Probably all on a date with you too, damn c**ts My once healthy lungs make whistles Clattering, noises, wheezing, I was drinking gin before my internist visit I keep telling him about lungs, but he won't listen to me Says "son of a b*t*h, go with it" A healthy brain constantly produces bad dreams And memories are chasing me like this line from "Beksa" I gave you unique things like these Peweksy But you call me ex-dude now I don't have you, I have nothing but texts Which still bite like rabid dogs in my notebook A bit-a-bit of madness, cold and dirt in the brain And the heart shakes like an epileptic So many hours in Plan B alone You were supposed to be my wife, but nothing's changed Life is: Running through space. Some tears, sometimes a delight Then: a sticky cobweb in an empty wallet Life is: Run with flags between the barricades While death chases and screams, "Stop, citizen!" Please open the briefcase (okay) Please give us your PESEL number (hmm, okay) Please do not worry about the world and your own being Please remember, there is no soul, you are just meat Please give us with your PESEL number All happy people: please stop p*ssing me off Because all happy people are planning to break something today And all these beautiful teeth on the sidewalk will roll How will you shine them all the time for me, damn it! This is not a comedy, Antigone has a model to give you There is to be a tragedy here, next to the ancient choir Please go kill yourselves, seriously, I can give you a rope myself Or some rifle, but all of you go to sleep in coffins I don't sleep, I drink energy drinks You see, how am I supposed to sleep when damn screams are everywhere? I hear partygoers talking and sticky vomit And the violinist is also playing something under the window, although he creaks quite well ... Besides, I'm waiting, waiting for her call Tobacco is spinning in the lungs and reinforced concrete is floating in the veins And my life is running out again, I am chasing the peloton again But life is getting faster and is running away with my woman Oil to sleep, leave sleep to the skeletons I am waiting for you in Plan B, I will be waiting here forever I am writing, and you will not, understand, you hurt and dishonor me I just saw, are you having fun in the city? Kill yourself Still waiting, Plac Zbwaiciela, come save me I won't bite or shoot, come have a drink with me After all, I can see that you can see what I am writing to you here So tomorrow I will write it down and make it all public So many hours in Plan B alone You were supposed to be my wife, but nothing's changed Life is: Running through space. Some tears, sometimes a delight Then: a sticky cobweb in an empty wallet Life is: Run with flags between the barricades While death chases and screams, "Stop, citizen!" Please open the briefcase (okay) Please give us your PESEL number (hmm, okay) Please do not worry about the world and your own being Please remember, there is no soul, you are just meat Please give us with your PESEL number
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