Ściernisko [English translation]

Field, field, endless field, but I already have a plan

Little by little, leisurely I'll do everything myself

I was bothering over my town model for a good few years

But then the whole humanity will be visiting this wonder

Here's still a wheat stubble

But there will be San Francisco

And over there, where's that molehill

There will be my bank

I have knack for work, I have giant's strength/vim

I will pull a wagon full of air-bricks even without wheels

I already cut down all bushes, now I'm carrying grit

I don't care if my neighbours call me "psycho"

Here's still a wheat stubble

But there will be San Francisco

And over there, where's that molehill

There will be my bank

I'm a smart man, I know architecture

And I will let the mayor cut ribbon himself

Here's still a wheat stubble

But there will be San Francisco

And over there, where's that molehill

There will be my bank