More songs by Tymoteusz
More songs by Tymek
More songs by clearmind
Description
It smells of sweat, stage crumbs, and the slight despair of those who have been chasing their dreams for too long, only to realize that cash registers work there too. Everything seems to be going according to plan: the stage, the lights, the applause. Only inside, something whispers about “commerce” and how you just want to do your own thing - without receipts, without other people's expectations. But life isn't barter. Sometimes you have to sell a song so you can buy your mom a present. And yes, it's a little embarrassing, a little sad, but it's honest - because in all this noise, you can still hear the attempt to survive beautifully.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Grałem z kolegą, po fachu miał problem. Gdy wchodził na scenę cały płakał w środku.
Znowu musiał śpiewać tę samą piosenkę, bo płaci nim ma w ręce zajebana komercja.
A jacy my kurwa cwani bez ceny. Zostawiliśmy w podziemiu.
Ale co byś zrobił na moim miejscu? No co?
Też chciałbyś zrobić to.
Zrobić co? Też chciałbyś dla mnie w dom.
Mamie kupić dom.
Też chciałbyś. O! Też chciałbyś zrobić to.
Sos, sos, sos, sos. Nie ważne ile to. To, to kosztuje.
Też chciałbyś zrobić sos, sos, sos, sos, sos. Nie ważne ile to.
Ile to kosztuje.
Ile to kosztuje.
Nie wiedziałem jak się nazwywam. Ona jest jak rodzina. Z moim domkiem byłem na dnie.
Trzeba było zbierać wizy, mi nikt nie dzwoni.
Już zbierać tylko ona widziała w tym sens. Wróciliśmy z miejsca, z którego się nie wraca.
Stało się możliwe, co niemożliwe jest. Ile nie masz kasy, a woda daje praca. No co?
Też chciałbyś zrobić to.
Zrobić co?
Chciałbyś dla mnie w dom.
Mamie kupić dom. Też chciałbyś. O!
Też chciałbyś zrobić sos, sos, sos, sos, sos. Nie ważne ile to. To, to kosztuje.
Też chciałbyś zrobić sos, sos, sos, sos, sos. Nie ważne ile to.
Ile to kosztuje.
English translation
I was playing with a friend, he was a professional and had a problem. When he entered the stage, he was crying inside.
He had to sing the same song again because he pays before fucking commercialism takes hold.
And how fucking clever we are without a price. We left it underground.
But what would you do in my place? So what?
You would like to do this too.
Do what? Would you like to come home to me too?
Buy a house for my mother.
You'd like to, too. ABOUT! You would like to do this too.
Sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce. It doesn't matter how much it is. This, this costs money.
You would also like to make sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce. It doesn't matter how much it is.
How much is it.
How much is it.
I didn't know my name. She is like family. I was at rock bottom with my house.
I had to collect visas, no one calls me.
Only she saw the point in collecting. We have returned from the place from which there is no return.
What is impossible has become possible. If you don't have money and work provides water. So what?
You would like to do this too.
Do what?
Would you like to come home to me?
Buy a house for my mother. You'd like to, too. ABOUT!
You would also like to make sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce. It doesn't matter how much it is. This, this costs money.
You would also like to make sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce. It doesn't matter how much it is.
How much is it.