Na Paryskie Getto Pada Deszcz [English translation]

To be honest I'm tired of myself

I think I'd like to be someone more

To write a novel or a will, just anything other than these fucking poems (you know? I know)

I see heads of three dogs coming from a single bitch, as if it's Cerberus tracking me

I'll give the barman a huge tip because he's been my therapist for a week now

I can't sleep so I write

Second anniversary, I book a hotel at Champs-Élysées again

I don't pray for the world to be good because I don't see any chances for it

These awful visions in my mind, once made by sour diesel1

Shops all around, Balenciaga, they smoke a joint among poverty

Poor people freezing, it's raining, Louis, Fendi, Lanvin, Prada

That's all you want to hear, and it's raining in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, cash is pouring, pouring, pouring from the sky

That's all you want to hear, and it's snowing in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, rap used to move me to tears

What happened to them?

What happened to me?

I'm old, baby

We sit in smog, drink vodka

In my heart there are my homies, family, and cash

I carry 5k and half a liter in my coat

Both when I visit the graveyard and the delivery room

For new shoes or at least a new bottle

Poles celebrate death and birth loudly

I'm afraid of death, I see it in the mirror at night again

And mom tells me not to rap about it because it's sad

"What's wrong Fifi?" I'm cursing again

Friend asks "How are you?" it's ups and downs, buddy

Somebody's bell rings today, for someone it'll be later

I just want to reach bliss before I fall asleep

They point their fingers "He got lucky"

And they're right, I drew a golden card

When you think about it capitalism is a simple tale

Wolf is full but the sheep is dead2

That's all you want to hear, and it's raining in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, cash is pouring, pouring, pouring from the sky

That's all you want to hear, and it's snowing in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, rap used to move me to tears

Rap used to move me to tears

I wanted to kill myself, Kanye West was playing on the radio

It rained again

I already said goodbye to my mom via SMS

I think I can't cry anymore

I don't feel anything on these antidepressants

Drugs don't help, Vitkac3 doesn't help

I feel like I have no heart, you say it's obvious

I can't cry anymore

You want to switch places with me

Only expensive sweaters

Raindrops falling outside

My feelings are over

But my money will never be

I got this smoke like Pop

And this champagne will pop

That's all you want to hear, and it's raining in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, cash is pouring, pouring, pouring from the sky

That's all you want to hear, and it's snowing in the Parisian ghetto

But you don't want to think about it, rap used to move me to tears

To tears, to tears, to tears, to tears

1. Hybrid strain of marijuana2. Originally the saying goes "Wolf is full and the sheep is alive (wilk syty i owca cała)" to mean a situation where both sides end up satisfied with the outcome.3. Shopping mall in Warsaw known for storing a lot of luxurious/expensive fashion labels

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Europa