Nie płacz, Ewka [English translation]

Do not cry Eva cause here don’t have a place

for your woman(?) tears

In the Love street the wind is blowing

through broken panes

Look, beautiful meaning of the truth poets

have squanderred in games

in empty bottles S.O.S

are sending to the world

Ref.

I say good bye to you, now I know

I won’t settle all my urgent affairs

I go there, just there

where they’re waiting for me

I’ve got a few friends for years

I always sing and play for them

I say good bye to you once more

we won’t meet (again)

Prose of life is executioner of the friendship

thin thread is breaking

a television set, futniture, small Fiat (make of a car)

Here is a peak of our dreams

angry years

you are growing on fat

Dough(money) has you in claws

a treason goes from the mouth