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Mama, tata, heta ja
Kali mnie budzie sorak ź niečym
Ci, navat, piaćdziesiat,
Ja budu žyć pa-čałaviečy,
Plonna pracavać.
Ja zapalu adnu śviaču
I krasamouna pamauču,
I usio tady pačnu z nula...
Lalalalala
Kali mnie budzie tryccać vosiem,
Ja skažu OK!
Ciapier ja užo zusim darosły,
Nia toje, što raniej.
Usio šmatznačna i jarčej,
Niama začynienych dźviarej,
Usio jak treba tolki mnie...
Jejejejeje
Kali mnie budzie dvaccać dzieviać,
A, moža, dvaccać piać,
Ja budu i kachać, i vieryć,
Maryć i žadać.
Zbuduju svoj ułasny śviet,
Jaki razburycca uščent,
I budzie vypita da dna...
Nanananana
Kali mnie budzie vasiemnaccać,
Moj ulubiony uzrost,
Ja budu sam sabie zdavacca
Starejšym, čym ja jość.
U vačach i sonca, i tuman.
Prajści praz kryudu i padman,
I padać z vyšyni uniz...
Voś taki kapryz.
Kali mnie jašče nia budzie,
Budu tolki ja,
I budzie travień, budzie studzień,
Nieba i ziamla.
Ja nie ab čym nie paprašu,
Adkryju serca i dušu
I na prastoru palaču
I na uvieś hołas zakryču:
Mama, tata, heta ja!
Nieba, sonca i ziamla...
Mama, tata, ja lublu
Nieba, sonca i ziamlu!
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SlowymaPercypowano op 2013-02-20
SlowymaPercypowano op 2013-02-20Engels
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Mom, Dad, it’s me
When I’ll be over 40,
Or even 50,
I will live as people live,
Work successfully.
I’ll light one candle
And will keep silent eloquently.
And then I’ll start everything from scratch...
La la la la la
When I’ll be 38,
I’ll say ‘OK!’
Now I’m really adult,
Not like I was before.
Everything has many meanings and is brighter,
There are no closed doors,
Everything is just the way I need...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
When I’ll be 29,
Or maybe 25,
I will love and will believe,
I will dream and will long,
I’ll build my very own world,
That will be destroyed completely,
And will be drunk bottoms up...
Na na na na na
When I’ll be 18,
My favourite age,
I will seem to myself
Elder than I’m really is.
Both sun and fog is in my eyes.
To come though offence and lies,
And to fall from heights down...
Such a whim.
When I won’t exist yet,
Only I will exist,
And May and December will exist,,
Sky and earth.
I’ll ask for nothing,
I’ll open my heart and soul
And I’ll fly to free space,
And I’ll cry with all my voice:
Mom, Dad, it’s me!
The sky, the sun and the earth...
Mom, Dad, I love
The sky, the sun and the earth!
Gast op 2013-11-06
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