Theo, wir fahr'n nach Łódź [English translation]

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Get up, you lazy marmot,

Before I lose my patience.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

I'm sick of this country air,

I want to finally go back to the city.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

God forsaken village, just hay and bog.

Always at the same trot, just giddy-up and to the right.

In the stall the cows moo,

While the cocks crow to it.

No one can put up with that, I want out.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

There we'll grab luck by the scruff of the neck

and spend away.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

This damned nest is finishing me off.

I feel too young

for muck and dung –

I need music and dance and a touch of elegance.

Kick yourself into action and then we're off.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

There we'll have a great celebration,

that will let us forget the world.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

There I can live, there I am free –

and there there is love too.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

Come with me, the horses are waiting,

Climb in and be my postillion,

Theo, we're going to Łódź.

• Artist:Vicky Leandros