Dawid Podsiadło: Co mi Panie dasz

Merry-go-round is rushing, music is still playing in speakers
I can feel my whole body moving to the rhythm
And one, and two, and three, and lift up hearts, large C sharp
Vigilance is sleeping, I feel a bit sick, as if [I ate] a piece of apple-pie in the morning

Lord, what shall Thou give me in those uncertain times?
Which words will cradle my soul [and] my future for the rest of those years?
Some old rags, so that I could sit on my butt
And if it's worth or not; I pour strong vodka down my throat to ease my grief

So what that I have bare belly and patched up top
I can feel that blow of the wind, it makes my head fall off
And one, and two, and three, and it’s not cold at all
To spit from above, to chew gum; here, everything is allowed