W pięciu smakach [English translation]

Driving through town faster than I should

The bobbing-dog is nodding its head

Traffic lights, signs, I pretend not to see

By GPS, the little beast

Just beyond the river, the second, third bridge

Rows of Skaryszewski's trees

A forest of cranes has mangled the sky

Your angelic singing now I hear

In five flavors, the duck dips

Avoiding soy, tofu and rice

A braised flying fish

Practicing high jumping in beer

Sweet and sour words, I understand few

When you speak to me - I tremble

When you cook, so beautifully you sing

I would want you to teach me

• Artist:Monika Brodka
• Album:Granda