(he) Tousled by the time and place
The world is horrid from behind dirty windows
The Virgin Mary statue for fate
Side number: two seven seven two
On the dirty downtown streets
Policemen, bitches and horrible fear
Dyed mafiosos from suburb
Every of them is the same worth
And for sure, if he could choose,
He would prefer to have pneumonia, than a knife
Pointed at his neck
Everything, but not like that
'Cause you don't know from where the wind will blow
You don't know for whom the bells, for whom the gunshots
And so, you don't know from where the wind will blow
You don't know for whom the winter, for whom hot days
(she) Tousled by the time and place
The world is horrid against a background of the white coat
With the banners, along Wiejska street*
She was walking in the crowd of her screaming colleagues
Her three kids and husband on the welfare
Here, where every day time is bad
Vulgar doctor was patting her ass
And threw the clover flower behind her cleavage
And for sure she would endure it
For a long time, if it wasn't this poisoned needle
The bacteria - everything but not like that
'Cause you don't know from where the wind will blow...
And you too, don't say anything
Maybe except for this - that you care
Don't plan the years together
Everything, but not like that