Dziupla 3 Lyrics (English Translation) – Tede

Dziupla 3 (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Chorus]
This hook paints a picture of the NWJ studio being like a hidden garage where secretive, wild things happen. There’s still a fancy vibe with champagne in the fridge, but not as many people hang around anymore. It feels like a private club now—more quiet, more exclusive, but still carrying that old energy.

[Verse 1]
Here, Tede is reminiscing about his time at NWJ, describing how good it feels to return to the studio, which he calls “the base.” It’s a personal, almost sacred space where it all began. He talks about a friend named Xenon being one of the first involved, and how it all kicked off at another friend’s place. Once things clicked, it caught on with the whole crew. When Joł took control, weekends got wild—Saturday parties would roll into Sunday. He throws out a bunch of questions, wondering how much inspiration was absorbed there, how many songs were created but never released, and how many memories were captured or lost. He mentions the gear they used, the conversations they had, and how legendary the studio became. He also brings up the crazier side—drügs, women, booze—all part of NWJ’s infamous reputation. This verse captures the chaotic yet creative history of the space, making it sound like a mix between a party house and a creative hub where lots of things went down, some of which will never be known outside that room.

[Chorus]
Once again, this part brings back the image of NWJ as a low-key but classy spot. There’s champagne like before, but now it’s a smaller circle of people. It gives off a feeling that things have changed—less crowded, maybe a bit more serious—but the vibe is still there, just quieter.

[Verse 2]
This part picks up in the present, showing how the NWJ studio has changed. There’s now ultraviolet light shining, maybe hinting at a more sterile or cleaned-up place. A friend is acting wild, yelling about a gun, but it’s brushed off like “don’t panic, he’s got permits.” It’s clear this place has seen some stuff—stuff the walls could tell stories about. He mentions two vans hidden downstairs, which adds a secretive, almost underground vibe. When the younger guys (the “padawans”) left, they had to air the place out—literally and metaphorically. It had a strong smell of the past, maybe from partying too hard. Now, things are calmer, and he doesn’t want to stir up any drama. He says some relationships didn’t survive, but people come and go. The space has changed, and so have they. It’s still their workspace, but the wild parties aren’t really happening anymore because no one’s really into that now. And if by chance there is another one, it won’t be the same crowd—it’s a quiet way of saying, “if you’re not still around, you’re probably not invited.”

[Chorus]
This final chorus keeps that same idea going—NWJ still has its signature luxury feel with champagne, but it’s become more private. The mention of “the hole” instead of “chop shop” adds a sense of being tucked away, like it’s hidden or underground. The vibe is exclusive now, and the group is tighter than it used to be.