Nie płacz, Ewka [English translation]

Don’t cry baby ‘cause there ain’t no room

For your girly tears

Down the love street crazy wind now blows

Through the broken panes

All the poets their wisely truth

Lost in silly games

In the empty bottles they just send away

Lists with SOS

Good bye then, now I know

I can’t solve all my urgent cares

I must go, all alone

Where they wait for me

Few old friends, they still wait

I can try to play and sing for them

One more time, it’s good bye

We won’t meet again

Prose of life kills friendships bit by bit

Tiny thread just broke

TV, guitar, and my old Ford

Dreams that I once had

All the prophets from my angry years

Gotten old and fat

To the claws of cash they lost their souls

Lies flow from their mouths