Praca (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) O.S.T.R.

[Hook / Cuts]
We have a working-class life, drinking, working, working, drinking

[Verse 1]
Give me a waist-length chin, a big belly, good eyesight
For me to fire up my Harley and get the fuck out of here
Go to England against the tide
Though my wife would say it's my lack of imagination again
Well, give me a patent to fly an Airbus
KLM Garniak wants to be fucked up in this world
Fear and scoffers of money
Because how much is a thousand meters above the ground important?
I'm not a puffer, I know it's hard
You'd probably laugh that I do shit all day
I'd rather this than be a fool, motherfucker, hail
To feed the family, work is not a shame
I could be a psychiatrist although I don't know, brother
My friend told me that I treat with rap anyway
Maybe I can heal too much sometimes, but in general
Unless I get pissed off, I'm cool
I will become a painter, something like Picasso
I will paint on the wall, across and flat
The whole block with white paint is the best texture
Cheers to everyone who fucks up graffiti on the walls

[Chorus]
You don't always stay what you want to be
Don't tell me any job is a shame
I wish you a life of passion, from the heart
Otherwise you will drive this world crazy