Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Obraz Polski, artist - DDK RPK
Date of issue: 15.02.2010
Song language: Polish
Obraz Polski(original) |
Skoncz kurwa pierdolic, ze na zawsze tu zostaniesz, |
no skad kurwo wezmiesz pol bani na mieszkanie, |
to Ursynow chamie, gdzie za metr wielkiej plyty |
licza sobie 8tysi, wieedz |
Dzieciaki non-stop wyjezdzaja za granice, |
goniac hajs, lepsze zycie co dzien to widze, |
cyrki w polityce jak strzaly w potylice, |
upuszczaja krew bezbronnej ojczyznie. |
A Polacy na obczyznie albo praca albo balet, |
czesc zapierdol po fabrykach, reszta kradnie dalej |
nie szanuje sie nawzajem w pogoni za hajsem, |
nie chca wracac pusci choc tesknia za krajem. |
Zycie takie, takie zycie lepiej zyc |
z pierdolnieciem niz, niz sie jebac w bidzie |
i choc kiedys przyjdzie im za to zaplacic, |
DIX 37, RPK dla swych braci z emigracji. |
Ref. |
Sam pomysl nad tym co robisz, |
sam tworzysz obraz Polski, |
jedni zyskaja, a drudzy na tym straca, |
jak to w zyciu cos za cos.(2x) |
Ze swiata 2009 Europa w zgodzie, |
gdzie tylko uderzysz, uwaga, POLAK to zlodziej!, |
kto wykreowal taki obraz, ten punkt widzenia, |
ze gdzie tylko okazja to siegamy po kieszeniach. |
Z dziada, pradziada przechodza tutaj nawyki, |
to szkola zycia lub czyste wnioski z polityki, |
przechowujesz wszczyki, wszystkie te ciosy w swojej bani, |
bo jak tylko okazja to jestesmy ponizani, |
poganiani, jak wielki stado jebanego bydla, |
powiem Ci szczerze, ze robota taka zbrzydla. |
juz nie jednemu wychowanemu w Polskim cieniu, |
co chcialby przebolec ale jakos kurwa nie mogl. |
Narkotyki, handel, walki, balet, rozpusta, |
no bo wiadomo sa gusciki i sa gusta, |
kazdy wybiera to co, na co ma potrzebe |
lecz najczesciej wpada w bagno |
w dziennej pogoni za chlebem. |
To nie eden patrz na siebie |
spojrz czlowieku prawdzie w oczy |
widzisz miraz czy chlopaka ktory zboczyl |
prawie co drugi polak taka droga kroczy, szuka |
wyzsze wyksztalcenie ma i chuj znowu muka. |
Bo tak juz jest, tak juz bywa na tym swiecie, |
trzeba walczyc zeby wygrac, wszyscy o tym dobrze wiecie, |
tak, bo tak juz jest, taki czas nastal, |
wezcie sie w garsc, prosto z mostu mowiac basta, |
Ref. |
Sam pomysl nad tym co robisz, |
sam tworzysz obraz Polski, |
jedni zyskaja, a drudzy na tym straca, |
jak to w zyciu cos za cos.(2x) |
Teraz na ringu wojownicy swiatla, |
w pojedynke z pokusami diabla. |
Dixon37 sila mikrofonu Dudek RPK, |
caly czas bez farmazonu hardkorowy przekaz. |
Rejonowy leci od czlowieka do czlowieka, |
glowy leci do dla ludzi, ktorych muzyka |
budzi i uklada do snu to polska warszawa |
witam Cie tu, w tym miejscu gdzie rozgrywa sie |
nasze zycie, plynie strumien |
czasu zdarzen i obrazu, przejdz sie z nami |
nie wazne czy glownymi alejami, |
czy bocznymi uliczkami ja gdy tak chodze |
i patrze na swojej drodze przed moimi oczami |
mijam ludzi zyjacych swoimi problemami |
w dzikim pedzie, kazdy sam na sam |
chce osiagnac upragnione szczescie |
tu latwo zginac zgubic sie w obledzie |
tu trzeba uwazac i dzialac na oriencie |
bez strachu bo to strach prowadzi cie do piachu |
jedni chcieli by miec kawalek dachu |
porzadna prace |
inni wyrabiaja nowa karte kredytowa |
buduja palace, rusz glowa zrob cos z soba |
by godnie reprezentowac hajs swojego pochodzenia |
trzeba kombinowac by spelniac marzenia, do uslyszenia |
(translation) |
Quit the fucking fuck, that you will stay here forever, |
where the fuck are you going to get half a banya for an apartment, |
it's Ursynow boor, where for a meter of a large slab |
it's 8,000, you know |
Kids go abroad non-stop, |
chasing money, a better life I see it every day, |
circuses in politics like arrows in the back of the head, |
they shed blood on a defenseless homeland. |
And Poles abroad, either work or ballet, |
some of them fuck around the factories, the rest is still stealing |
does not respect each other in pursuit of hajs, |
I don't want to go back to the desert, but I miss the country. |
Such a life, such a life is better lived |
with a fuck than, than to fuck in a bid |
and although someday they will have to pay for it, |
DIX 37, RPK for his brothers from emigration. |
Ref. |
Think about what you're doing, |
you create the image of Poland yourself, |
some will gain, and others will lose, |
like in life something for something.(2x) |
From the world 2009 Europe in harmony, |
wherever you strike, beware, POLES are a thief!, |
who created such a picture, this point of view, |
that whenever we have an opportunity, we reach for our pockets. |
Habits pass here from grandfather, great-grandfather, |
it is a school of life or pure conclusions from politics, |
you store the woes, all these blows in your basin, |
because as soon as the opportunity we are humiliated, |
rushed like a great herd of fucking cattle, |
I'll tell you honestly that such work is disgusting. |
not one raised in the Polish shadow anymore, |
which he would like to get over but somehow he couldn't. |
Drugs, trafficking, fights, ballet, debauchery, |
well, because you know there are tastes and tastes, |
everyone chooses what they need for |
but most often it falls into the swamp |
in the daily pursuit of bread. |
It's not one look at yourself |
look man in the eye |
do you see a mirage or a boy who perverted |
almost every second Pole follows this path, searches for it |
I have higher education and fuck it again. |
Because that's how it is, that's how it is in this world, |
you have to fight to win, you all know it well, |
yes, because that's how it is, the time has come, |
pull yourself together, straight from the bridge saying enough, |
Ref. |
Think about what you're doing, |
you create the image of Poland yourself, |
some will gain, and others will lose, |
like in life something for something.(2x) |
Now in the ring warriors of light, |
alone with the temptations of the devil. |
Dixon37 the strength of the Dudek RPK microphone, |
all the time without pharmacy hardcore message. |
The district officer flies from person to person, |
heads fly to for people whose music |
wakes you up and puts you to sleep is Polish Warsaw |
I welcome you here, in this place where it takes place |
our life, the stream flows |
time of events and image, take a walk with us |
it doesn't matter if the main avenues, |
or the side streets when I walk like this |
and looks on its path in front of my eyes |
I pass people with their problems |
in a wild fag, everyone alone |
he wants to achieve the desired happiness |
it's easy to die here, get lost in madness |
here you have to be careful and act on the orient |
without fear, because it is fear that leads you to sand |
some would like to have a piece of roof |
tidy work |
others make a new credit card |
they are building palaces, move your head and do something with yourself |
to proudly represent the hajs of their origin |
you have to combine to make your dreams come true, until you hear |