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Description
Once upon a time, everything looked promising - almost like the beginning of a heroic saga, complete with a dragon, a princess, and a grand plan that would change everything. But instead of shining armour, there was a greasy jacket; instead of an elixir, there was an energy drink from the nearest Żabka; and the magic ended right where reality began at 6:00 a.m. with a pale face in class.
Words fly like sparks - many, loud, and random. Each monologue is like a sprint without a finish line: you want to run away from the emptiness, but your feet are stuck in your own stories. The irony is that the hero of this story is his own dragon, his own saviour, and his own yawn.
Somewhere between ‘everything will be’ and ‘everything already was’ there remains a strange weariness from conversations and promises. The world seems funny, but the laughter comes with a wheeze, because the next morning there is the mirror again - and in it is not a knight, but a guy who simply did not have time to become himself.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Zo.
Dobrze się to zapowiadało, ale smoki były też tam, gdzie oj, w tej opowieści.
Dobrze znany wam makaron, co nikt go nie lubi jeść. A mam w głowie się nie mieści.
To chłop gada, gada, gada. Jak ma robić to jak pies czeka i szczeka na inne pieski.
Szósta rano na wykładach blada japa. Co ci jest profesor od siedmiu boleści?
Ty nie zaczynaj mówić jak masz pod nosem talk. Nie potrafię small talk.
Zazwyczaj mówię raz. Mocna kmina kocie. Wiem, cel to złoty Graal.
Tylko, że ten plan wymyśla zwykły szary dzban, co leje i leje albo kręci aferę.
Pluje się z dala, lecz nie wychodzi przed szereg. Nie jest mułyco, chociaż ma czesany beret.
Dla mnie kabaret, jak widzę taką manierę. Nie wiesz co to życie? Co to dziary na ciele?
Twoi ludzie zero i kanały menele. Zbiera się na burzę.
Mimo tego cukierek widzi, że to nie deszcz, ale chlej i te mele.
Dobrze się to zapowiadało, ale smoki były też tam, gdzie oj w tej opowieści. Dobrze znany wam makaron, co nikt go nie lubi jeść.
A mam w głowie się nie mieści. To chłop gada, gada, gada.
Jak ma robić to jak pies czeka i szczeka na inne pieski. Szósta rano na wykładach blada japa.
Co ci jest profesor -od siedmiu boleści? Ty -Trochę teorii.
Jeśli opierdolisz wszystko z całej folii wlejesz na to litr, zrobi się farmazon z historii.
Jak na ten przykład typ, który się jakoś zapowiadał, lecz w chwilę miałem go dość, bo zawodził jak autoalarm. Smoki były i księżniczki.
Tam był magiczny eliksir i on przeciwników wszystkich jak Chmielnicki sam. Były loty, były spadki, potem znowu były loty.
Ty Oskar to nie farmazon. No co ty? Próbowałem odejść na drugi klon.
Z kitra cię, ale on wracał ciągle. Chuj wie skąd. Musiałem się ukręcić, bo nie było wyjścia.
Szkoda, że na finał nie przyjął liścia, bo rano spotkał go tylko ból.
Stanął w lustrze, a tam był tylko żul. Dostał całe życie, a tam było tylko pół.
Spojrzał na -jej policzki. Była tam zaschnięta sól.
-Dobrze się to zapowiadało, ale smoki były też tam, gdzie oj w tej opowieści.
Dobrze znany wam makaron, co nikt go nie lubi jeść. A mam w głowie się nie mieści. To chłop gada, gada, gada.
Jak ma robić to jak pies czeka i szczeka na inne pieski. Szósta rano na wykładach blada japa.
Co ci jest profesor od siedmiu boleści? Ty
English translation
Zo.
It had good promise, but dragons were also there, oh, in this story.
Well-known pasta, but no one likes to eat it. And I can't wrap my head around it.
This guy talks, talks, talks. How should he do it when the dog waits and barks at other dogs?
Six in the morning, pale ass at lectures. What's wrong with you, Professor of Seven Sorrows?
Don't start talking when you have talk under your breath. I can't make small talk.
I usually say once. Strong cat cumin. I know, purpose is the golden grail.
Only this plan is invented by an ordinary gray jug who pours and pours or makes a scandal.
You spit from afar, but you don't step out of line. He's not muddy, although he has a combed beret.
For me it's a cabaret, when I see such a manner. You don't know what life is? What are body tattoos?
Your people are zero and your channels are bums. A storm is brewing.
Despite this, the candy sees that it is not rain, but rain and snow.
It looked good, but dragons were also there in this story. Well-known pasta, but no one likes to eat it.
And I can't wrap my head around it. This guy talks, talks, talks.
How should he do it when the dog waits and barks at other dogs? Six in the morning, pale ass at lectures.
What's the matter with you, Professor, of the seven sorrows? You - A bit of theory.
If you screw everything up and pour a liter of foil onto it, it will become a piece of cake from history.
For example, this guy who showed some promise, but after a while I got fed up with him because he sounded like a car alarm. There were dragons and princesses.
There was a magic elixir and he opposed everyone like Khmelnytsky himself. There were flights, there were drops, then there were flights again.
You, Oskar, are not a drug addict. Well, what about you? I tried to move away to the other clone.
Damn you, but he kept coming back. Fuck knows where. I had to escape because there was no way out.
It's a pity that he didn't take the leaf at the final, because in the morning he only experienced pain.
He stood in the mirror and there was only a beetle. He was given a whole life, but there was only half of it.
He looked at -her cheeks. There was dried salt there.
-It looked good, but dragons were also there in this story.
Well-known pasta, but no one likes to eat it. And I can't wrap my head around it. This guy talks, talks, talks.
How should he do it when the dog waits and barks at other dogs? Six in the morning, pale ass at lectures.
What's wrong with you, Professor of Seven Sorrows? You