Następna stacja [English translation]

It's Jarzyna's birthday, I drove to Młociny

In the morning the hangover only came after I drove past Wawrzyszew

Constantly drunk, I go past Stare Bielany

Constantly buzzed, in old clothes, constantly sleepy

If I was religious I would go to confession

But I have issues with God, I think (that) as I see Słodowiec

The air escaping somewhere near Marymont metro

I didn't have enough to exhale again, I have to go ashore

Some boy eats a sandwich loudly

And it's only Plac Wilsona, I might pass out

An artist with a briefcase thinks he's some Matejka or Banksy

But he lacks imagination, Dworzec Gdański soon

(Next station) - Ratusz Arsenał

"Ł" said with front of the tongue1, and I'm suffering right now

I close my eyes and pray to be at Świętokrzyska already

People came in with kebab, grinding meat in their mouths

(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka

And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness

(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine

The end of June, winter is soon

Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

(Next station): in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

I hear someone playing on a chair2, this must be the downtown

He's quite good, someone should buy him a drum already

I struggle with pain when I go past Politechnika

I think some guy wants my seat, he's standing and staring

(Next station): Pole Mokotowskie

A nun is reading God's Word sadly

Dead silence in the wagon, Racławicka metro is soon

Everyone's a little unkempt, everyone's tightening the belt

Gentlemen without wives, their penises are itching

They talk about women as we pas Wierzbno

My tongue meets my teeth and feels the aftertaste of wine

But that's the last remaining drop, Wilanowska soon

I have to get out, I cant do it anymore

Rain, storming from my temples to my hindbrain, and it's only Służew

I know! I forgot to drink any liquids

I move the water bottle, It's already Ursynów

At least I think so, I can't see well, I have to cut my hair

I'm really fed up with this, I go past Stokłosy

I think I drank with the demons yesterday

They begged me to share with them, Imielin soon

And now please be quite like monks from Shaolin

My head is hurting a lot, you hear me? Natolin soon.

And suddenly I know that I'm in trouble

The last station: Kabaty

(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka

And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness

(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine

The end of June, winter is soon

Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

(Next station): in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

My family is probably praying and missing (me)

They probably went to a pilgrimage at Matka Boska Liecheńska

Because this party lasted around as much as the Congress of Vienna

But I come back, go into metro, Dworzec Wileński station

IPhone calling but I don't feel like talking

A minx from Praga is standing in a disco-baroque outfit

Now the train goes past the Stadion Narodowy station quickly

I used to buy GTA and Eminem's new albums here

Centrum Nauki Kopernik

A boy with dreads is holding a bag, and inside it is a greenhouse

The smell of marijuana eases my temple while I'm still drunk

I smile at it, but the guy dares to walk out

An accordionist got inside on the Uniwersytet station

He loves to play gypsy rhythms and scream

I give him two złoty because I like music too

Though I think metro's wagon is ruining his acoustic

Metro Świętokrzyska

People came in with kebab, grinding meat in their mouths

One of them so hairy he'd need a hundred tweezers

The hot sauce stains his hoodie somewhere around Rondo ONZ

I could stare at him all day

A simple travel in metro, and so many excitements come from it

But enough of this drive, I have to get out and look at the sky again

Last station Rondo Daszyńskiego

(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka

And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness

(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine

The end of June, winter is soon

Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

(Next station): in this sad as fuck city

Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough

1. Some people pronounce the Ł sound a bit differently and it gets called "przedniojęzykowe' which roughly translates to "front of the tongue". When you're in a metro train in Poland you hear a recorded voice say the names of incoming stations and the person who recorded those says that "front of the tongue" Ł2. There's a guy (or was? idk if he still does this has anyone seen him lately) in downtown Warsaw who just plays on an upside down chair like it's a drum