Baśka Lyrics (English Translation) – Gruby Mielzky

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[Verse 1]

Baśka doesn’t know what an airplane is, yet she’s flown a lot in her life
She says “fu*k it” to everything, like Pono does — as long as the family’s healthy and whole
The Holy Virgin as protection, holy pictures hang on the walls
She’d never ask for help, everything I have, she gave us herself
I’m riding a scooter at night, haven’t been to confession in ages
I don’t think about it every day, but sometimes it haunts me
Lived my whole life on credit — me? my whole life on a b0mb
I should’ve been dead long ago, it should’ve been over for me already
Concert in Częstochowa for the students, smoking a cig on the stairs
I’m walking up Jasna Góra with Pers, though I don’t even believe in God
But I’ll say every Hail Mary, as sincerely as I can
Your hands aren’t smooth anymore, your eyes are weary with fatigue
For my friends — and for Baśka, for everyone who’s in heaven
For every lost chance, the smell of grass under the snow at night
Teach me that humility you’ve always carried inside
Before the bells toll for me, I want to feel something real again
Because

[Chorus]

I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important

[Verse 2]

Baśka doesn’t know what a check-in is, though she carries a heavy load on her back
Knowledge wasn’t my path — I spent half my days kicking a ball at the garage
Back then I only feared poverty, and thought about how to make some noise
You had different needs — you held the whole world together for us

I’ll still put this mess back in order someday
I’ll never call my own mother “old” again
There was always a pack of homies behind me, but now, sitting alone on the other side of the world, I feel again that something’s missing
I wanna ride the bus until you yell, “this is the last stop!”
I wanna throw some shovels of coal into the basement again
I wanna watch the dust slowly settle on the furniture
Look for a tenner in the chips, or a golden chest in the weeds
I’ll lay my bike by the gravel road, in the bushes
Turn my face toward the sun, even though I’ve got a few wrinkles now
And say out loud that none of this means a thing
If you spend your whole life running away from the start
Because

[Chorus]

I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important
I’ve spent too much of my life on things that
Aren’t important