Autobiografia [English translation]

I was ten years old

When the world heard about him.

Our club was in my basement.

My friend brought a radio

I heard Blue Suede Shoes

And I couldn't sleep at night.

The wind of renovations blew.

The remaining crimes were forgiven.

We could laugh again.

Jazz broke in like a tornado

Into a cafe buzz.

And I wanted to play too....

Father was installing open hearth furnace

God knows where.

And I lost a nail on my finger.

Guitar neck turned into flakes.

I played million of different nonsense.

And found out what sex is.

A postcards craze

All of us had over 500 of them

Instead of a new pair of jeans.

And on Saturday nights

There was Luxembourg1, a cottage, and glass.

We really wanted to live!

There were three of us.

Different blood in each.

But all had the same goal.

In a few years

Have the world at our feet.

And plenty of everything.

A sip of alpaga.2

And discussions until morning.

Our impatient spirit pushing forward.

Someone got punched.

Someone else cried.

Something was happening.

We got divided by her.

Everyone would kill

For her Pola Raksa3 face.

On one summer night

I brought a blanket onto a roof

And I got what I wanted.

She told me

That there could be troubles

I replied that I have an exam.

She turned the gas on

No one knocked on time.

I was once again all alone.

Hundred different roles.

Life taught me like nothing else

How to ease my pain.

I wasted my time

In a bed once again.

My best time.

Klezmer told me to play

things I'm still ashamed of in pubs

Only to get an applause.

One day

I realized that

I can't do anything.

Listen over there!

I defeated myself.

My biggest dream came true.

A crowd of thousands

Drinks the words from my lips.

They love me.

In a hotel

a fan says "I have it on a tape

How a song births in their throats"

I open the door

And don't say anything more

To the four walls...

1. Radio station from the 60s-80s2. Cheap fruit wine3. Polish actress born in 1941, look her up she's really pretty