More songs by Fausti
Description
The scent of Paco Rabanne, neon lights, and mild panic: when they promised to fall in love, a mini-scandal erupted.
The phone is like a pendulum of doubt: sometimes it calls you to visit, sometimes it asks you to forget; in your head, there is an eternal club remix of “maybe” and “not today.”
Nostalgia for the melange on Mazovetskaya Street coexists with the desire not to think rationally - the dance floor heals, but the morning reminds you of the consequences.
The pulse of the party is fun, with a list of contacts in your pocket and a million excuses.
A pause is needed: whether to write again or finally give oblivion a chance. A gently sharp sensation, as if the heart has not been wounded again, but given a fashionable stitch - visible and painful, but stylish.
Music:
Lyrics: Faustina Fuginska, Alicja Szemplinska
Music: Lukasz Khodakovsky
Production, mixing, mastering: Lukasz Khodakovsky / suono.studio
Label: Ekipa Music Entertainment
Video:
Direction/Editing: Mikołaj Matyasek
Lighting: Mikołaj Zawislak
Makeup: Aga Wilk
Styling: Kacper Kujawa
Lyrics and translation
Original
Typie, o co kaman
Miałeś się zakochać, a nie robić raban
Pachniesz Paco Rabanne
Twoja dupa myśli między nami all one
Nie moja sprawa
Będzie bardzo chciała, to zostanie z nim do rana
Ale drama
Miała być zabawa, w moim sercu nowa rana
Jestem załamana
Znowu do mnie dzwonisz, kiedy jestem
Znowu sama
No I brak odwagi, by powiedzieć Tobie nara
Wszędzie dziś Twoja twarz
Myślę, czy jesteś sam
Chyba mnie dobrze znasz
Czego chcę, sama jeszcze nie wiem
Napisz do mnie, zadzwoń do mnie, wpadaj do mnie
Napisz do mnie, zadzwoń do mnie, wracaj do mnie
Już nie pisz do mnie, tyle zwątpień, daj zapomnieć
Wreszcie daj zapomnieć, daj zapomnieć
Chyba tęsknię
Za melanżami na Mazowieckiej z Tobą
Kiedy jesteś obok
Dawaj na parkiet
Nie chcemy myśleć zdrowo
Kiedy zostajesz sam, telefon w dłoni
W kontaktach milion pań, która oddzwoni
Wszędzie dziś Twoja twarz
Myślę, czy jesteś sam
Chyba mnie dobrze znasz
Czego chcę, sama jeszcze nie wiem
Napisz do mnie, zadzwoń do mnie, wpadaj do mnie
Napisz do mnie, zadzwoń do mnie, wracaj do mnie
Już nie pisz do mnie, tyle zwątpień, daj zapomnieć
Wreszcie daj zapomnieć, daj zapomnieć
English translation
Dude, what's the matter?
You were supposed to fall in love, not make a fuss
You smell like Paco Rabanne
Your ass thinks between us all one
Not my business
If she wants it so much, she will stay with him until the morning
What a drama
It was supposed to be fun, a new wound in my heart
I'm devastated
You're calling me again when I'm here
Alone again
And I don't have the courage to say goodbye to you
Your face is everywhere today
I wonder if you are alone
I guess you know me well
What I want, I don't know yet
Write to me, call me, come to my place
Write to me, call me, come back to me
Don't write to me anymore, there are so many doubts, let me forget
Finally, let me forget, let me forget
I guess I miss it
Behind the melanges in Mazowiecka with you
When you're next to me
Get on the dance floor
We don't want to think healthy
When you're alone, phone in hand
There are a million ladies in my contacts who will call you back
Your face is everywhere today
I wonder if you are alone
I guess you know me well
What I want, I don't know yet
Write to me, call me, come to my place
Write to me, call me, come back to me
Don't write to me anymore, there are so many doubts, let me forget
Finally, let me forget, let me forget