In My Cellar Live Half Quarter's Dwellers | final version

( a female text)
Since I've lived in Cracow's quarter
Every day strange thoughts recur
Feeling I am not alone en masse
Wearing only my pyjamas
My flat is in a block of flats
I want peace and quiet for that
But it's like a students' hostel
There are men under each listel
Each night crawling,galling,howling
Their sights are most appalling
When I'm peeping through my judas
Bulbs in the hall are off..., alas
I hear some noises constantly
Coming from empty holes instantly
Something whizzing,rumbling, snuffling
On the couch with me it's sleeping
When I stand on the balcony
Feel hands on my breasts(irony!)
And I hear the man's voice asking:
"Will you take him who is masking?"
Here's an orgy there's a party
Everybody looks so smarty
And I have my own appeal:
"Wash your underwear with zeal"
Chorus:

In my cellar many dwellers
From this quarter many fellas
Its thin walls and its low ceiling
Make good profits - board appealing