Jef [English translation]

No, Jeff, you're not alone

and believe me you're making a mistake

when you're crying that

another one of your ladies,

a bleach blond witch

abandoned you.

Jeff, you're not alone, no,

and believe me it's a shame

when you shed those bitter tears,

that this evil whore,

overly made-up,

pushed you out the door.

So stop making

a fool of yourself

for the embittered moms and aunties,

get up off the pavement,

we're out of here.

We're out, Jeff,

come, come...

Come, I've got a few more hundreds,

let's spend it on booze.

I know an inexpensive bistro,

come, and when I lose a few hundreds

don't you worry, brother, still,

'cause I've got a credit there,

and we will soundly eat

shrimps, chips once,

shrimps, chips again,

and drink wine to the bottom.

If it won't help

we'll change the local,

because Madame Andre since today

has new girls

and the world will laugh.

And we'll sing with all of our might,

as if I had money,

as if you were young.

No, Jeff, you're not alone,

so cheer up

and lift your body.

I know that under your jumper

you've got a broken heart,

that it's hard for you and you feel bad.

Jeff, Jeff, don't tell me

that your heart is asking

for a final blow,

that your neck is waiting

for a tightened rope,

that you'll end your doom this way.

There's a big audience around

and they've got a nice show

for free thanks to you, Jeff,

so get up,

we're out of here.

We're out, Jeff,

damn it...

Come, I've still got a guitar,

and for you it will shine

with bright flames of notes.

Come, I know the songs

that will ease your pain,

warm up your heart's ice.

We'll go to the bank

to check the U.S. dollar exchange rate,

jump on the wall there.

If fate is still quite bad,

if you are still quite sad,

I'll advise you, damn it,

what to do to

become the Rockefeller.

We'll sing as

if we both

forgot already

that the pocket's empty

and the lousy old age is just around the corner.

Jeff,

come.

Come, Jeff.

Jeff...

• Artist:Michał Bajor
• Album:Od Piaf do Garou