Polskie Piosenki Polskie Piosenki For those haircuts, for those voices, for those robes For those haircuts, for those plays, for those privates For those electric guitars For those magnetic knees The power of evil and that's why Pre-war youth doesn't like us It's growing in our veins, once and for all And in our minds, just like in our youth, we're still lost What will grow, what will grow out of us one day? And we're the ones who get this question a lot Because we don't know what can grow out of us And what to do so that our studies don't go to waste What to do so that our studies don't go to waste What to do so that our studies don't go to waste For us, the elders, it's a mystery So we ask our grandfather to explain this mystery He wanted us to say Grandfather, the law of consent, whatever it is It was youth, there in the pre-war species Judge for yourself Grandfather, he waved his hand softly Lambeth, Woki, Paj, Pog, Loki, every day, at times And in the cafes, at half-dark, each one with each They ran away to Dasyngi from the retreat And they clung to each other without objection The power of evil and that's why The pre-war youth really doesn't like us Why does it spit at us with a bass, time and time again? And in the addresses of the ex-youth, why does it lose What will grow out, what will grow out of us one day? And we're the ones who get this question a lot Because we don't know what can grow out of us So let's correct this live for now Because we're afraid to think what can grow out of us So let's correct this live for now Because we're afraid to think what can grow out of us