Syn Krawczyka śpiewa: Parostatek

In my grandfather's old album, there is such a photo, a real miracle
Floating in the waves among the flock of seagulls
A ship a few hundred years ago

The deck of sailors adorns him
The sun on the top shines beautifully
A good photographer took this picture
Everything alive until it jumps

A beautiful steamboat cruise, a beautiful steamboat cruise
To the accompaniment of the boatswain's curses, loud screams until morning
So singing the soul weeps
Put on your bathing suit and fold the body on board
Because here the noise of the machine, because here it is the voice of a girl
So wonderfully screw game

Grandpa, the boatswain, was on that ship
He was always fearful among the panties
He screamed until the flowers trembled at the edges
The entire crew stood in tears
But when grandpa lit a pipe
The tobacco began to warm his lungs
Grandpa was humming something, the tobacco was on fire
He dreamed that he could last forever


A beautiful steamboat cruise, a beautiful steamboat cruise
To the accompaniment of the boatswain's curses, loud screams until morning
So singing the soul weeps
Put on your bathing suit and fold the body on board
Because here the noise of the machine, because here it is the voice of a girl
So wonderfully screw game