Lost Vegas or Would-be Wood | work in progress
translated poem:
Las wygasł (wiatr w oczy)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
Fags' butts went into wood, grime!
It is not for the first time
Logs caught fire without warning
Burning,burning till the morning
Look, the fire engine came
From the town What-is-its-name
They saw there a big flame
Lads to water, not a game!
Suction hoses getting tight
Trousers' legs are blowing right
Ladies came:staring,staring
At the lads all so daring
Who the longest can pour is
Like that boy Manneken Pis
And the village admin's wife
Is so proud with sporting life
She boys' hoses wants to measure
With an old German tape measure
"Down with German stuff",folks shout
"Take a Polish tape, no doubt".
They did quarrel, they did fight
And the wood burnt out alright
When it all burnt to the end
Firemen from the village went
It is not for the first time
Logs caught fire without warning
Burning,burning till the morning
Look, the fire engine came
From the town What-is-its-name
They saw there a big flame
Lads to water, not a game!
Suction hoses getting tight
Trousers' legs are blowing right
Ladies came:staring,staring
At the lads all so daring
Who the longest can pour is
Like that boy Manneken Pis
And the village admin's wife
Is so proud with sporting life
She boys' hoses wants to measure
With an old German tape measure
"Down with German stuff",folks shout
"Take a Polish tape, no doubt".
They did quarrel, they did fight
And the wood burnt out alright
When it all burnt to the end
Firemen from the village went
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