The Journey
I'm begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
and he knew what to do with it,
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow, got the horn good to go wait
Oh, his sting's all gone, now he's begging you, begging you
Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid, there's nowhere to hide
Now I'm begging you, I'm begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
But be minded, like minded, I'm gone
Still I'm with you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you
Give it over,
Lotto global Ida Chlopcy
(slowa i muzyka: tradycyjna)
Jadom, jadom
Jadom chlopy na mecz
Bedom w mordy bili obcych
Lot, poleje sie krwi
Jadom, jadom
Jadom chlopy na boisko
Kazdy ma po dwa jabole
Cztery piwa, wodka czysta
Ole, ole, ole, ole x 4
Jadom, jadom
Jadom chlopy pociagami
Zdemoluja pasazerow
Napierdalaja pasami
Stoja, stoja
Policjanci na peronach
Kazdy w reku dzierzy pala
A na plecach ma automat
Ole, ole, ole, ole x 4
Jadom, jadom
Jadom chlopy za granica
Legia bedzie bila Lodz
A Widzew stolica
To je Polska, Polska
Polska gola
Czterech z Lodzi mialo wpierdul
I pieciu w mundurach
Ole, ole, ole, ole x 4
Legia to pany
Wisla to chamy
Kurwa jaki ten swiat porabany