NIE ŻYCZĘ CI ŹLE Lyrics (English Translation) – Quebonafide

Read the full NIE ŻYCZĘ CI ŹLE (English Translation) lyrics by Quebonafide along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quebonafide’s music, you can also explore PÓŁNOC / POŁUDNIE and NORADRENALINA, two other songs by Quebonafide.

[Chorus]
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad

[Verse 1]
Maybe, just for a bat to get stuck in your head
Maybe for your favorite store to close
So that it sticks like burr, bad luck from those never-ending
So that after a walk you feel like a marathon runner
So that your mustache grows, your eyebrows merge
So that no one calls on your birthday

The tights wrinkled, the sweater shrunk in the wash
The tangerines had seeds, KiK didn’t have the size

[Chorus]
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad

[Verse 2]
I wish you dreamed of my ex all year long
So that they would constantly ask about your age during interviews
So that it would always snow when you go to the seaside
Your perpetual motion machine stopped on obstacle
So that the dusty carpet falls off your carpet beater
So that you get fired from Żabka or the dishwasher
So that you fall in love with a toxic boyfriend
And no longer have orgasms, only pretend (Ah)

[Chorus]
I don’t wish you ill
So that you don’t wish you ill (Ah)
I don’t wish you ill
So that you don’t wish you ill

[Verse 3]

So that you’re not even naked anymore, s*xy
Wojtek Gola told you that you’re not teasing him anymore
So that the most intrusive stalker follows you
All the flowers wither and your teeth hurt (Ah)
So that you only have sweet children in Bullerbyn
She spent all the money she saved on mistakes
So that you get locked up for—ahehe—hendy
So that all your nudes from the gallery leak out

[Chorus]
I don’t wish you ill
So that you don’t wish you ill
So that you don’t wish you ill
So that you bad

[Outro]
Bad, e-eh
I don’t wish you, I wish you, I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you, I wish you, I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you, I wish you, I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you, I wish you, I don’t wish you bad
*crying*
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
I don’t wish you bad
Mm, ah, okay

[Verse 4: Quebonafide]
That they’ll make you allergic to soccer balls
That Mochi will turn out to be made from cow
That my vegan ice cream will melt
That Quebo will never be as good as Jakub
That the wind will blow hard on the windowsill
And the flowerpot will fall straight onto my paw
That I won’t be able to play the piano anymore
That I’ll go to the crap played in the cinema
That brrr, it’s my own fault
You’re probably praying for me, and specifically, that I will die, but-
You don’t wish me ill