Przyjaciele.Friends

Podkonstrukcja/Under Constr

Moje motto:

Ufam ludziom. Lubię ludzi. Łatwo, szybko się przywiązuję. Nawet do tych, których znam słabo, ba, ledwo ledwo. Wystarczy np., że to qmpel Myszy lub Młodego.

Oto Alex. Przez pewien czas u nas mieszkał. Zdaje się, że już się z Młodym nie widują. A ja… nadal lubię Alexa.

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Andrzej Garczarek

Nobody will choose my friends

Nobody will choose my friends
I will seek enemies by myself.
Why the fuck have it all the time
Tells someone what to believe I have

Let the newspaper Neuesdeustchland
I will stop with the editorial for help
Because there are people who are still there
They wake up screaming in the middle of the night

Indeed, the faithful are a friend
After all, the patina of monuments is chafing again
For eternal glory and souvenir
Prussian corporals, Fryderyk

Nobody will choose my friends
I will seek enemies by myself.
Why the fuck have it all the time
Tells someone what to believe I have

What freedom law do you have?
You preach brothers in Rudy Prava
After all, it’s not your last
Crazy writer Ota Pawel

Forgive me sad Bratislava
Hradec Králové, Zlata Praho
For the death of a swallow that spring
And Polish tanks on the Vltava river

Nobody will choose my friends
I will seek enemies by myself.
Why the fuck have it all the time
Tells someone what to believe I have

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2 thoughts on “Przyjaciele.Friends

  1. A tak to tłumaczy deepl.com

    Friends will not be chosen by anyone…
    I’ll look for my own enemies.
    Why the fuck can’t I just go on and on?
    Somebody’s teaching me what to believe.

    Let the newspaper Neuesdeustchland
    He’s gonna hold off on the aid editorial.
    Because there are people here who are still
    They wake up screaming in the middle of the night

    A true believer is a friend.
    After all, it’s the snow of the monuments again.
    For eternal glory and remembrance
    Prussian corporals, Fredericks.

    Friends will not be chosen by anyone…
    I’ll look for my own enemies.
    Why the fuck can’t I just go on and on?
    Somebody’s teaching me what to believe.

    What kind of freedom right do you have
    You’re preaching brothers in Red Pravie…
    After all, it’s not your last one.
    The writer Ota Pawel is crazy.

    Forgive me, sad Bratislava.
    Hradec Králové, the Praho couple…
    For the death of a swallow that spring.
    And Polish dances on the Vltava River

    Friends will not be chosen by anyone…
    I’ll look for my own enemies.
    Why the fuck can’t I just go on and on?
    Somebody’s teaching me what to believe.

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