Epitafium dla Włodzimierza Wysockiego [English translation]

It's my way from hell to hell

Down headlong I speed!

No one stop me, no one check

No one balk, no one disturb!

On ridge ! On ridge !

Over the abbys without chains, without hesitate !

Here devils take soberly person

Reason - bastard, betray me

Into pit, memories change

Pointed ridge !

On ridge ! On ridge ! On ridge !

Here fallen won't prevent me!

Only shake my legs

Shout - Don't go ! Shout - Stay!

These who stood in a half of the way

And shatter ridge by claws and teeths!

It's my way from hell to hell

Into the abbys jump

,,The Divines Comedy"* new translation

And into first circle of hell my first step

-Come to me! Come to me!

Redhead girl grab me

And to horse mane bind

Pull the mane - steed neigh

She- How are you, my prince ?-

Whispers me...

To hell! To hell! To hell!

I don't have time for rides mad witch!

-You don't know what awaits for you there -

Talks piping her sinus eyes

-Hell is also for a human!

Don't scare, seduce and leaving take your dreams!

That's my way from hell to hell

Around crowd of pale figures

My horse lifts me over them lightly

And in the second circle directs the step!

Expatriates! Expatriates!

Marked, condemned and convicted!

What are you doing in hell's grooves

Flounding in mud, treading ice!

Is death taking free people

Again for scourging!?

-It's not that! It's not that! It's not that!

Don't whip for us - you are poet!

We couldn't stand the paradise

That's our nature, our home!

Here won't enter bad people

Here won't any thunder decimate us!

-Lady of marshlands, wetlands and snowy fields

Kindle up stones on white in baths!

Let pain from heated bodies come out

We will take aim on tatoos!

Becouse in heart, on the left, Stalin shives

Sweat floods his eyes and mustache!

His profile we specialy we pricked there

So that he can hear breaking hearts!

That's my way from hell to hell

Oil lamps lure gaze

Suburban cottage, small room

And into third circle I'm heading another step:

-Come in boldly! Come in!

I don't know how you hit here!

Look how samovar seethes, drink tea

Son, drink!

Drink hooch with us!

Live healthy!

We are well! We are well!

That's how we live invisiby and silent!

We will live and die

World won't hear about us

And after death we will drink

For living in good faith few years!

That's my way from hell to hell

City and in the City block of flats near block of flats

I suck in air and shaky lightly

Into fourth circle I head my step!

To the circus! To the circus! To the cinema!

Switch on the TV - fairy tale begins!

Mom in shop, dad in bar

Son from pepesha shoots like ringing!

On pioneers shawl of dreams

He has a Star!

To the matches! To the matches! To rallys!

Know what's your's, be unseen for security forces!

Neighbour - of course, let's drink

But it's neighbour, brother - is brother

• Artist:Jacek Kaczmarski