GiEwOnT Lyrics English Translation by Mata
Too much beef, I want seafood on the pier, what are they talking about, wow
I’m not by the water, so I’m not myself, it’s unclear, why this is
I cried into the pillow, monsters under the bed almost every night
In the palace, demons, maybe it was haunted, I kept kicking the microphone
Everyone disappointed in me, including idols in it
They told me to “go back home”
I didn’t know if they wanted to kick me out of here
Or if they wanted to help me?
I wanted to get rid of them and not let anyone say
That he helped me get out from the bottom, then fix it, and then save it
And someday at least amuse it and raise the flag
A pioneer in this, I stood like a pawn for too long
And I prefer smoke, my own festival like Rojek
And a tent in it, ever since I’ve been recording – screw them
I entered here as a teenage kid, sent two zlotys for a stream donation
They wrote that it was crap, I understood then that it was my turn
I understood that in 204 (zero)
When I go to the toilet at the railway station for a cigarette
And someone wants to confront me in there
Then I’ll say the same thing to him, wow
I’m confessing to God again
In my house, I put my elbows on the windowsill
I don’t trust anyone enough to talk out loud
About this, let alone the mafia of colorates
On the day of the first communion, you put a dick in his mouth, and he had a wafer
This kid now eats Benzo with opiate
Not alone anymore, because it’s cheaper as a package
In the sacristy, you have a gang, even coming there in an S-class
I always leave a tip for Mrs. Basia at the cash register because you fuck them for her tax
They want to impose a 50% tax on me and other rich people
They won’t be able to do it, but I’ll give two grand
When I get four paychecks again
M.A.T, because it’s me
They say my ego went crazy
I want more from Kaczyński
With day ones, we conquer Giewont
Cross on my throat, I carry it up to the sky
They’re messed up, one extremely to the right
The other extremely to the left, the third one yawns in the middle
Each of them is like a flag
Waving differently when it doesn’t overflow
Bastards, bastards, bastards
I can’t call it any other way, because they’re bastards
You throw them into their urn, hey, because you’re stupid
I’ll throw them into the urn, because I’m, damn, crazy
How are the forest grandpas supposed to die when they are protected like bison
I don’t listen to de mono, I don’t trust demons
Under your protection, holy mother, I’m asking for help
There are a lot of people following me and it’s not even a metaphor
They’re chasing me
I don’t care about Sławomir Mentzen, and I don’t like Jan Śpiewak
Their idols, Keine Grenzen, have been singing in a circle for over 33 years
Drunk, they pair up like it’s nothing
As soon as they run out for a canasta
I want to have children here, and I’m half deciduous, half coniferous like forests
I’ll take classmates to the party, a few class clowns
Although there were some from a higher class
They didn’t have class because they had too much money
They had it from their parents, I’m going to Imielin by metro
I have ADHD, and they suggest seatbelts, luckily I started working
I didn’t get it on a silver platter from my mom
Although I couldn’t have been raised better
Don’t worry, this world is messed up
Made you wash all my stains with tears
I won’t bleach myself, I’ll share my life with you
On all the remaining Sundays
But please not in the church, because it’s a strange place
I’m making a record about love, hope, and faith, but in a demon’s outfit
Every other one of those guys is the devil incarnate, but in an apostle’s costume
I don’t believe those whores, because that’s my habit
And Poland is my pulpit
They’ll try to kill me soon and blame it on drugs, yeah
But they won’t catch us
They’ll go over bodies to reach their goal, all of mine
Because we believe in heroism
Even though we don’t give a damn and prefer hedonism
I’m smashed with roses in a club
My family made money from the land, and so it rolled
My old man lent me three hundred for the studio
They call us Jewish Masons
Damn, stop talking already
33, because together with Szczepk we went to such a school
He never wrote me a verse, old, white, he never wrote one naked
He wrote half a verse once, Łajcior
Because he was too stoned, young
I can go to Warner, I can go to Universal, and I can go to Sony
I went to university, a bit out of boredom
I thought that the university would help me with my verses
I went my own way because I’m not afraid anymore that og will tell me I feel betrayed
I kept my agreements with them, my contract for the young will be much better done
Hey, I kept my agreements with them, I gave more than my heart
They say my ego went crazy
I want more from Kaczyński
With day ones, we conquer Giewont
Cross on my throat, I carry it up to the sky
They’re messed up, one extremely to the right
The other extremely to the left, the third one yawns in the middle
Each of them is like a flag
Waving differently when it doesn’t overflow
Bastards, bastards, bastards
I can’t call it any other way, because they’re bastards
You throw them into their urn, hey, because you’re stupid
I’ll throw them into the urn, because I’m, damn, crazy
How are the forest grandpas supposed to die when they are protected like bison
I don’t listen to de mono, I don’t trust demons
Under your protection, holy mother, I’m asking for help
There are a lot of people following me and it’s not even a metaphor
They’re chasing me
Wardęga Epimetheus, opened the lid of Pandora’s box for you
Every other one of your idols has something wrong with them
They’d like to mess around with thirteen-year-olds
My girlfriend was seventeen
But I didn’t know, though I’m not sick
I shoot them on tape like a YouTube sheriff
Because someone worse always stands in front of me
Your pedophile friend wants a home in Mexico
Dude means a compatriot in a country with an age of consent for sex
He’s probably too short because they run competitions for junior high school students
And then they delete the evidence or throw it into the water
But the Vistula rivers all those who put obstacles under their feet
My type is high school graduates, but I don’t despise milfs
I despise pedophiles, I’m fucked up, you guys are fucked up
The Poznań Nightingales wanted me in the choir
They wanted me at the gala, they almost crucified me in the media for my faults
Because I had two cases, including one for inches
They dropped all the charges long ago
What about you? I’m on a roll
New year, the same, oh wow
From the first day to the last
M.A.T.A, or Mata, they call me “young”