W pięciu smakach [English translation]

I drive through town faster than I'm able to

An artificial dog is dangling with its head

I pretend that I don't see the lights, the signs

Beelzebub with a GPS

Just behind the river the second, the third bridge

Rows of trees in the Skaryszewski Park

A forest of cranes scraped the sky

I hear your angelic singing

The duck is paddling in five tastes

It is passing the soja, tofu, rice

Stewed skipjack

Is exercising high jump in beer

I understand some sweet-sour words

When you talk to me – I tremble

You're used to sing beautifully when you cook

I'd like you to teach me

• Artist:Monika Brodka
• Album:Granda