Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King , by - T.Love. Song from the album King!, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 10.10.1992
Record label: Warner Music Poland
Song language: Polish
King(original) |
| Mwiono o nim King |
| W miecie wietej Wiey |
| Pamietam z podstawwki |
| Jak caowa sie z papieem |
| Przejeda te sekretarz |
| Gdy przecinano wstege |
| Kingy poszed na wagary |
| Pomarzy o czym innym |
| By zawsze troche z boku |
| Na bakier troche by |
| W szkole nikt nie wiedzia |
| Czym King naprawde y |
| To byo troche pniej |
| Mia przyjacike Ewe |
| Mieszkali wiec bez lubu |
| I klepali sodk biede |
| Dawali czasem czadu |
| Bo lubili lekkie dragi |
| Znajomych byo wielu |
| Wieczory i poranki |
| Uwaaj na ssiadw swych |
| Bo lubi dawa cynk |
| Ty wiesz kto rzdzi w miecie |
| Tu biskup z komisarzem, King |
| Tak mwi mu przyjaciel |
| Dugi, chudy Lolo |
| Kiedy wyszli na ulice |
| Zapali spliffa z col |
| Mam dosy tego miasta |
| Czerwono-czarnej mafii |
| Czy mnie rozumiesz Lolo |
| Czy wiesz co mnie trapi |
| W mieszkaniu blada Ewa |
| Wytumaczy pragnie wszystko |
| Bo komisarz wszed przez okno, |
| A spod ka wylaz biskup |
| Co masz w kieszeni, King? |
| Komisarz spyta w drzwiach |
| Palicie wci to wistwo |
| Mielimy wiele skarg |
| A biskup ypie z boku |
| To na Kinga, to na Ewe |
| Wy yjecie tu bezbonie |
| Mylicie, e nic nie wiem? |
| Za posiadanie zielska |
| Dostaniesz dziesie latek |
| Za nielegalny zwizek z ni |
| Nastepnych pare kratek |
| Dzi Kingy siedzi w celi |
| Wspomina dobre dni |
| Napisa do papiea |
| Bardzo dugi list |
| Witeczn wysa kartke |
| Do samego prezydenta |
| Lecz nikt o nim ju nie mwi |
| Nikt o nim nie pamieta |
| (translation) |
| King was called about him |
| In the city of the Holy Tower |
| I remember from the primary school |
| How to kiss the Pope |
| The secretary will run over |
| When the ribbon was cut |
| Kingy skipped school |
| He will dream about something else |
| Always a little to the side |
| He was a bit wrong |
| Nobody knew at school |
| What does King really do |
| It was a bit later |
| He had a friend, Ewe |
| So they lived without love |
| And they were slapping sweet poverty |
| Sometimes they rocked |
| Because they liked light drugs |
| There were many friends |
| Evenings and mornings |
| Watch out for your neighbors |
| Because he likes the tip |
| You know who's in charge in the city |
| This is the bishop with the commissioner, King |
| That's what his friend tells him |
| Long, skinny Lolo |
| When they took to the streets |
| He will light a spliff with a col |
| I have dosages of this city |
| Red and black mafia |
| Do you understand me Lolo |
| Do you know what bothers me |
| Pale Ewa in the apartment |
| He will explain everything he wants |
| 'Cause the commissioner walked in through the window, |
| And from underneath the bishop emerged |
| What's in your pocket, King? |
| The commissioner will ask at the door |
| You keep smoking this scandal |
| We had a lot of complaints |
| And the bishop is sleeping on the side |
| It's for King, it's for Ewe |
| You are going boneless here |
| Do you think I don't know anything? |
| For having weeds |
| You're gonna get ten years old |
| For an illegal relationship with her |
| Another few grids |
| Today Kingy is sitting in a cell |
| He remembers the good days |
| He writes to the Pope |
| A very long letter |
| Witeczn sent a card |
| To the president himself |
| But no one talks about him anymore |
| Nobody remembers about him |