Nie płacz, Ewka [English translation]

Eva, don't you cry, that's not the time

for your girly tears

Broken windows standing in the wind

down the Lovers' street

Poets gambling precious sense of truth

in a game of cards

Empty whiskey bottles S.O.S.

are taking out

Good bye now, I know,

some affairs of mine will never be

I will go, all alone,

life's awaiting me

There, my long time friends will be, for them

I do always sing and play my songs

Say farewell, once again,

we will meet no more

Prose of life kills friendship day by day,

bonds don't last it seems

Television, iPhone, shiny car

top the list of dreams

Hey, my heroes of the rebel years,

you are growing fat

Money got you in its dirty claws

Your lips betray

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