Translation of the song lyrics King - T.Love

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

King (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