Gdzie jest biały węgorz ? (Zejście) (English translation)

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Gdzie jest biały węgorz? (Zejście) [English Lyrics]

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The only thing in my head
Is five grams of coke, fly away alone
To the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Maybe when I’m no longer alone
Because a white eel will enter
 
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of coke, fly away alone
To the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Maybe when I’m no longer alone
Because a white eel will enter
 
Fuck, I’m having a bad acid trip
I can’t reach the stars
I’m lying there like a log
I can’t believe it
What’s going on
Clucking like a starving chicken
Howling to the moon like a werewolf
My head’s empty like a street
I’m in front of your house
Melting like a chocolate bar
That’s lying on the counter
Coming down is like not sniffing
Bro, my face is getting fucked up
My mind’s a mess
I’m not surprised by this state
I’m out of stock, I’m getting high in my mind
Maybe I’ll make it, maybe I won’t
I’ll just fucking sell everything in my house
Well, I’m fucked anyway
However, I already sold everything
Fuck, I’m struggling with the debts
Got a nose like Tabaluga
Second day without snorting
Where is the snake? White chemistry (biała chemia)
This comedown is fucking awful
It’s like a locust bit my dick
 
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of coke, fly away alone
To the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Maybe when I’m no longer alone
Because a white eel will enter
 
Chemparty, I wanna go skiing
To the dealer, not the Alps
Oh fuck, I think I’ll die
If I don't snort something soon
I want to touch the stars so badly
But none of that since I’m on a comedown
Total fucking mega comedown
And I’m dreaming of a “big entrance”
You got the money? I owe you one too?
Well, then fuck it, I’m not running today
I want to kick like a panther
There's no deals at the dealer
Not anymore, that’s for sure
I think death is breaking me down
I can’t swallow anything, I’ve got chills
Fuck, how much longer
Will this state last?
I dreamt of a van with coke
And a gram of heroin, just for flavor
I want to drive a Cadillac
In my thoughts, I run over my friends
But in reality, I owe something to everyone
Loan is not an option
Because I cut like scissors
 
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of coke, fly away alone
To the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Maybe when I’m no longer alone
Because a white eel will enter
 
A mess like on Discovery
I want to shoot myself out from a gun
I want heroin and other goodies
Nose so empty you can hear murmurs
Do you have Gargamel’s number?
Maybe he’s got heroin in his boiler?
I know I’m talking bullshit
But I’ve got nothing on the table
And my pockets are fucking empty
Winning the lottery would be useful
Or at least a four out of six
And I’d be flying like a swallow
Like Maya the Bee
And Kayah would be singing to my ear
This has to be a joke, I don’t believe it
I’m lying there like a dead animal
My fucking fever's getting worse
All ragged like a fakir’s ass
Like a dirty slut
I’m fucking burning up
Hey Johnny I’d like to sprinkle
And bounce around in the meadow like a rabbit
But all this time coming down
I wither like a torn out weed
 
The only thing in my head
Is five grams of coke, fly away alone
To the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Maybe when I’m no longer alone
Because a white eel will enter
 
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Submitted by ohbowieohbowie on Sat, 24/10/2020 - 17:19
Author's comments:

Hello! I tried my best to translate the lyrics.
Some maybe won't make any sense, because in Polish it's like a play on words or rhyming.
Enjoy!

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Gdzie jest biały węgorz ? (Zejście)

Comments
ohbowieohbowie    Fri, 13/11/2020 - 22:22

No it's not. If you compare the lyrics, you can clearly see the differences Regular smile

Proshor ProshorovProshor Proshorov    Sat, 14/11/2020 - 03:43

The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I'm not alone
Because a white eel will fly in

The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I'm not alone
Because a white eel will fly in

I have a damn descent
I don't catch stars
I lie like a log
I don't believe what's going on
I cluck like a hungry hen
I'm like a werewolf to the moon
My head's empty like a street
In front of your dorm
I melt like a bar
Which is lying on the counter
Going down is when you don't pull
Brother, my face is getting fucked up
My head's a brothel just like on TV
I am not surprised by such a state
Lack of goods, in my mind I get high
Whenever I'll make it or not
I will sell everything from my crib
I'm actually fucked up already
However, everything is sold already
I'm only struggling with the debts
Nose like Tabaluga
Second day without snorting
Where is the snake? White chemistry.
Descending is so damn exhausting
As if the locusts bite off your cock

The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I'm not alone
Because a white eel will fly in

Chemistry party I wanna go skiing
To the dealer, not to Alps.
Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna die
If I don't snort something soon.
I want to touch the stars so badly
But none of this since I'm on a descent
Total mega damn descent
And I dream of entering like a dragon.
Do you have money? Are you falling down too?
Well, then fuck it, I'm not jogging today.
I want to kick like a panther
There's no deals at the dealer.
Not anymore, for sure
I think death is breaking me down.
I won't swallow anything, I have chills
How fucking much longer
This condition will last
I dreamed of a van of coke
and gram of heroin, just for taste
I want to drive in a Cadillac
I run over my friends with my thoughts
But I owe everyone something
The loan option is omitted
because I am trimmed like scissors.

The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I'm not alone
Because a white eel will fly in

Dogs on the Discovery
I want to shoot out like from a gun
I want heroin and other goodies
Empty nose I hear murmurs.
Do you have Gargamel's number?
Maybe he has heroin in his cauldron?
I know I'm talking bullshit
But I've got nothing on the table
And my pocket is fucking empty
A lucky six would be useful
Or at least a four
And I would fly like a swallow
Like the Maya bee
Singing kayah to my ears
This is a joke, I don't believe it
I lie bent like a dead animal
My fever is getting worse
Scarred like Fakir's ass
Like a dirty slut
being fucked
I lie fucking hot.
Hey Johnny i'd like to sprinkle
And in the meadow To prance like a rabbit
But all the time this descent
I wither like some torn grass

The only thing in my head
Is five grams of cocaine, fly away alone
To the edge of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When will all this end
Whenever I'm not alone
Because a white eel will fly in

Proshor ProshorovProshor Proshorov    Sat, 14/11/2020 - 03:54

Excuse me, there are really differences, I was wrong. But, to a large extent, the same thing.

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