CZARNE PLAŻE, BIAŁE LWY Lyrics (English Translation) – Quebonafide

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[Verse 1]
You think: “I’ve seen everything in my life
Black beaches and white lions
Minerals and championship finals
Where someone makes up for a 0:3 deficit in five minutes”
You think: “I’ve seen so much in my life
That nothing will surprise me
Pyramids, jungles and temples
Eight sweats, cats that have gone to the dogs”

[Bridge]
But suddenly Antek Królikowski comes in, yeah

With this gala that you want to know or not
And suddenly you pay a hundred for two waffles, yeah
On one of the Polish Baltic beaches
There are no things so stupid that they couldn’t be stupider
And things so stupid that someone doesn’t come along
Who will add a little more fuel to the fire
So sit down with us together And sing it out loud

[Verse 2]
You think: “I’ve seen everything in my life
And certainly everything that I wanted
From cuisine and roadside bistro
Relatively close, a few nice bodies”
You think: “I’ve seen so much in my life
That I won’t be surprised by any trick
A career in Avon, Wini in a triathlon
A professional that freak won against”

[Transition]
But suddenly some guy with no limbs comes in, yeah
He starts dancing and stands on his head (Woo)
And you already know that this probably won’t end, no
And the world has a few more new layers
There are no things so strange that they couldn’t get any stranger
And so strange things that someone doesn’t come along

Who has no arms in wrestling to put a lever on you
So sit down with us together And sing it out loud

[Verse 3]
You think: I’ve seen everything in my life
Tomatoes in a Boss bag
A black and white rainbow, a ganglion on my hand
And Magda Gessler with straight hair
You think I’ve seen a lot in my life
A teetotaler who’s pounding brewery
Urbana in church And every Sunday
Audiotele where the mute rings

[Transition]
But suddenly enters—
Tarara, rarara, rararararararara
Rara, rarararararararararara
Tara, rarararararararararara
Tara, rarararararararararara

[Outro]
Maybe if the train was on time
Maybe if Małysz shaved his mustache
Maybe if Bentley was gas-powered
Someone made a fortune on Amber Gold
Maybe if a forest grew in the city
And Rutkowski if he lost the trail
Maybe if I was happy for once
No, I don’t believe it, it was Photoshop