GDULA: ZAPACH BENZYNY (Ładne Dziewczyny)

You can smell gasoline
Only pretty girls
Four-hundred-horsepower machines
We’re driving off in a Lamborghini
Martini is flowing
Wind in our hair like Chiellini
Wearing an Amiri T-shirt
The engine is hot like chili
You can smell gasoline
Only pretty girls
Four-hundred-horsepower machines
We’re driving off in a Lamborghini
Martini is flowing
Wind in our hair like Chiellini
Wearing an Amiri T-shirt
The engine is hot like chili

In the morning we fly out for sushi, in the evening for a steak
Anywhere in the world, because I’ve got a private jet
Window down, cold elbow, I’m showing off a Patek
Ice in the glass, but it’s not the only thing clinking here
I’ll buy you whatever you want, even for a million dollars
A bull on the hood, a man in the car like a Minotaur
The whole club is staring at us like at Russian tsars
And you’re the most beautiful — I don’t need VAR to see that
I often pour gasoline like vodka into cola
Not into a car, but into a helicopter, like Skolim
You can be at the end of the world, it makes no difference to me
I’m just about to take off, like Rúben Amorim

You can smell gasoline
Only pretty girls
Four-hundred-horsepower machines
We’re driving off in a Lamborghini
Martini is flowing
Wind in our hair like Chiellini
Wearing an Amiri T-shirt
The engine is hot like chili
You can smell gasoline
Only pretty girls
Four-hundred-horsepower machines
We’re driving off in a Lamborghini
Martini is flowing
Wind in our hair like Chiellini
Wearing an Amiri T-shirt
The engine is hot like chili