O. S. T. R. heaven

After three cases of overdose deaths and drug story in Poland I decided to choose this song.

Some Facts to Make Things Clear

 Sanok : 32-year-old man closed with 17-year-old girlfriend had barricaded themselves inside house. He shot to death her and then killed himself. Police found them holding hands. He was famous drug dealer on the polish-ukraine border.

Łódź: two men killed 20-year-old boy, bacause he stood up for girl. One man stumbled over leg of girl, who boy had met at the party. Both of men had taken drugs.

Żyrardów: 28-year-old man was attacked. The magger cut his right hand and few fingers off. Again it was happend, because of drugs.

OSTR niebo (Actually 'niebo' means sky and also heaven in Polish. The reason why i made the mistake was the speed of his singing, I didn't catch what this song is about wort by wort and i was positive it is about accident because of drugs)

if darkness had fallen, the eyesight would have found the leap to nothingness of dreams
how many people have tried to swear to my heart
ambulance has been late one hour yet, the time is drying saliva
The name doesn't make sense, you know, forgot the film still and the next film still, the movie teaches life lessons
it was happend to me, action within abstract, fear hurts, no, it's not fear, but still hurts,
no, no, anything can't change, I would die only with smile on my face
Oh yeah I can see heaven
How long will it take, maybe I try to push to the gate, due to look at St. Peter
just like white-blue inn, God is not a puppet, at most it is a knag maybe
Ladle out, It' OK, I am at home,gave guardian angel high five, he stayed with me at the bottom,
he stays with me on top, as long as I can, pleace ,
joint here's to us
cause I'm bored alone, and now I'm walking up in the air
The man in the hoodie, with white wings
He looks like oriole, heaven is like villa - no paranoi Ms. Willas*

I can see heaven. I can't think.

Night. Darkness on my eyes. Something like electric breakdown in council houses. This is it on my veins!
Blood flounces again. Don't tell me about troubles.
I can see heaven. I can't think. Nothing irritate me. Give me chamois. Glass glass can rub off.
Howdy Disney! The magic has gone. I can't belive. Eyesight from abyss, that no fucking Diary Room. Just Garden of Eden, one-off. How are you. Those joins in the packages. Still sauna. I give you a plan and off we go. The divinity with 'welcome'. Sheked it out. It has broken. I can see two doctors. I can hear ambulance vehicle. Textil workers are driving with the signal going. They are shivering like ass model on the catwalk.

Uh pain, uh I feel pain. Uh pain, uh I feel pain. Uh pain.

I can see heaven. I can't think.


Violetta Willas* - polish singer, she cared for a lot of pets after career on the stage and went mad.

D E SU Life is a miracle

To drip like a wax from candle, to be a drop
Mark every day
Fingers get into dark cloud
Try to shape a sound in the Sun
To pull out  a right nice voice from coldness
To understand a shadow of some little flowers
Take from nooks of life
This what I want

Today I know, life a miracle is
What I want, I can take
I hear its voice like sound
Everyday I want more

Along small footprint of bare feet
Sometimes avanache comes down
And enormous thunder and flash of black clouds
Want to have the meeting with the ground also
And a little butterfly knows, where there is a shore
The natur gets dressed you
And tailors of the universe make the wrong suit
Don't let them bring you down now

S Z T Y W N Y P A L A Z J I w i e ż a r a d o ś c i w i e ż a s a m o t n o ś c i

It is my favorite song in Polish. 'Spaceman' covered by Katie Melua is the best song in English, in my opinion.

I am staying in a high towel around fosse
I have got an umbrella due to protect me from the night
I am breathing hard, I appreciate everybody,
Tomorrow I will be a big man, today I am a little part of nothing,

I put the world upsite down,
Conversely, backwards, I play with words
I paint some black inkblots on white
Tomorrow I will be a big man, today I am a little part of nothing,

I am staying in a high towel, it keeps me save
I haven't fought anybody and anything already,
My thinks are on fire
Tomorrow  I will be a big man, today I am a little part of nothing,


I guitted my job.

COOL KINDS OF DEATH butelki z benzyną i kamienia

COOL KINDS OF DEATH butelki z benzyną i kamienia (Bottles with petrol and stones)

Hiii, you in the front row!
Mr. Ruling body, who work for advertiser
Hiii, Mr. manager, MTV reporter !
The famous journalist

We have got bottles with petrol and stones
Aim at you

Hi Mr. editor,
Popular actor broadcasts live and color TV
Hi Mr. dignitary
Poet, singer, idol at the alter


We have got bottles with petrol and stones
Aim at you

K A Z I K S T A S Z E W S K I - Singapur

We're taking Sinagpure today
I'm wearing the hat full of rubbish
And I miss like a drunk cat
unrealistic Night Land.
And I'ill drink with Chinese
or I 'll live barge from Paris.
Maybe I'll paint wind
or I'll roll the whip on the beach.
So it's time to say goodbye


We're taking Sinagpure today
so bacome formul of wide-awakeness
Mock death, jump in the fire
if you hear silence crying.
or just buy sharp dussack
set up the consignment shop with childrens' feets
Take heel shoe from cinderella
and carry it stright ahead to hell
You will never see me again


Drink one litre petrol to veins
To make you angry and strong
Because this old shoddy piece of goods today
it's your home- this rubbish is home
Before you go out do not forget turn off the gas burner

We're taking Sinagpure today
Wear feather coat
have a shower and get out
The city sleeps within iron ball
Every witnesses multiply by 2
Italian dream, it's carnival
Take sand in the pocket and go ahead
To be worthy of just one dollar
Goodbye guys, goodbye !

This midget without arm
he is your master, oh yeah
People have an openhand in land of the blind
One-eyed man is king
Turn ring once again

And this is my lyric of Tom Waits 'Singapure'. Above there is my loan translation from Polish. It was covered by Kazik. Maybe somebody says, that it doesn't make sence, that you take the Polish translate to translate into English again, but I have great fun, so just check it out. 

We sail tonight for Singapore,
 we're all as mad as hatters here
 I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind,
dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

We sail tonight for Singapore,
 don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
when you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
while making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell,
 when you hear that steeple bell
 You must say goodbye to me

Wipe him down with gasoline
 'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys

We sail tonight for Singapore,
take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
 the whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
they all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth,
get yourself a dollar's worth
 Away boys, away boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
 he's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king,
so take this ring

We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
 I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
 I drank along a colored wind,
I dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

Source: tekstowo.pl