Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Co mi Panie dasz, artist - Bajm. Album song Best Of (1978- 2018), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Record label: BAJM - Andrzej Pietras, Warner Music Poland
Song language: Polish
Co mi Panie dasz(original) |
Karuzela gra, |
W g³oœnikach wci¹¿ muzyka gra |
Czujê, jak w jej takt |
Ko³yszê siê ca³a |
I raz, i dwa, i trzy, |
I w górê serca, wielki czis |
Czujnoœæ œpi, trochê mdli, |
Jak szarlotka z rana |
Co mi, Panie, dasz |
W ten niepewny czas? |
Jakie s³owa uko³ysz¹ |
Moj¹ duszê, moj¹ przysz³oœæ |
Na tê resztê lat? |
Kilka zdartych szmat, |
Bym na ty³ku siad³ |
I czy warto, czy nie warto, |
Mocn¹ wódê lejê w gard³o, |
By ukoiæ ¿al |
Co tam nagi brzuch |
I w górê po³atany ciuch |
Czujê ten wiatru pêd, |
A¿ g³owa odpada |
I raz i dwa i trzy |
I wcale nie jest zimno mi |
Z góry pluæ, gumê ¿uæ, |
Tu wszystko wypada |
Co mi, Panie, dasz |
W ten niepewny czas? |
Jakie s³owa uko³ysz¹ |
Moj¹ duszê, moj¹ przysz³oœæ |
Na tê resztê lat? |
Kilka zdartych szmat, |
Bym na ty³ku siad³ |
I czy warto, czy nie warto, |
Mocn¹ wódê lejê w gard³o, |
By ukoiæ ¿al |
(translation) |
Carousel game, |
The music is still playing in the speakers |
I feel her tact |
I'm rocking all over |
And one and two and three |
And lift your hearts up, big time |
Vigilance sleeps a little sick, |
Like apple pie in the morning |
What will you give me, Lord |
In this uncertain time? |
What words will you hear |
My soul, my future |
For the rest of the years? |
A few torn rags, |
I'd sit on my back |
And is it worth it or not, |
I pour strong water down my throat, |
To soothe the grief |
What a naked belly |
And up patched clothes |
I can feel the rush of the wind |
Until the head comes off |
And one and two and three |
And I'm not cold at all |
Spit in advance, chew gum, |
Everything falls out here |
What will you give me, Lord |
In this uncertain time? |
What words will you hear |
My soul, my future |
For the rest of the years? |
A few torn rags, |
I'd sit on my back |
And is it worth it or not, |
I pour strong water down my throat, |
To soothe the grief |