CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Taco Hemingway - POLSKIE TANGO (English Translation)
In the 90's you had no identity
The west was rushing forward, the west had no mercy
We had to help ourselves, so they didn't overtake us
And the world of ex-enemies predicted: we're going to be hungry
Winked at us to stop fasting
And we were shocked - in the shops so many new things
Plastic toys, cool new pornos
Paints in shades of raspberries, bananas, berries and peaches!
They say "Grey blocks"? What f**king grey blocks?
Everything here is vibrant - chicks, guys and Yorkies
Purple bruises, probably because she was naughty
He has kefir for men, that well-balanced protein in the flavour of toffee
My country got out of a cage, now they're lost
My country can be ruled by merely anyone
In my country education, only leads us to into darkness
On one side a market, the other Europe
I dance the Polish Tango
My legs are covered in mud because the Vistula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense cause I stopped believing in Poland a long time ago
I dance the Polish Tango
My legs are covered in mud because the Vistula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense...
The west was rushing forward, the west had no mercy
We had to help ourselves, so they didn't overtake us
And the world of ex-enemies predicted: we're going to be hungry
Winked at us to stop fasting
And we were shocked - in the shops so many new things
Plastic toys, cool new pornos
Paints in shades of raspberries, bananas, berries and peaches!
They say "Grey blocks"? What f**king grey blocks?
Everything here is vibrant - chicks, guys and Yorkies
Purple bruises, probably because she was naughty
He has kefir for men, that well-balanced protein in the flavour of toffee
My country got out of a cage, now they're lost
My country can be ruled by merely anyone
In my country education, only leads us to into darkness
On one side a market, the other Europe
I dance the Polish Tango
My legs are covered in mud because the Vistula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense cause I stopped believing in Poland a long time ago
I dance the Polish Tango
My legs are covered in mud because the Vistula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense...
