Wrecz szokujace jak dobra jest ta piesn!

arcydzieło :-)

Najlepsza piosenka, a tak mało popularna :/

Prawda wbija w ścianę.. Sedno nie jednego istnienia. Arcydzieło...

Słucham ciągle. Strachy na lachy są świetne. Tak jak Jacek Kaczmarski. A kto zna Plac Kaczyńskiego ten wie 😀

Dla mnie to już klasyk

... zaczął się mój żywot ze strachem, mieszkam z nim tu pod jednym dachem... Po ślubie

the best song EVER !!!!

arcydzieło

w sam raz na zimowe wieczory :)

dzieło !!!

W tym utworze jest Żary piasty jazz ,, dzięki za takie królewskie wykonanie, spierdalam , spierdalam,, razem z kotem , pozdrawiam!!!😂

Racja ! Wielkie dzięki :)

Oto historia o tym jak można spierdolić taką piękną piosenkę wciskając w trakcie reklamy

Best of the best od Grabarza

Moja mama nie lubi tej piosenki bo uważa, że jest zbyt wulgarna, tymczasem ja z tatą w aucie: "W POKOJU TYM PO SZARYM DYWANIE..."

Translation: „Funeral of the King” Crime, punishment, sin, liter of wine And that’s how the story is beginning In this room on the grey carpet The rosary spilled down My live with the fear has begun I live with him here under one roof And you are peeking through the keyhole I had here a few meetings With Jacek Kaczmarski We were plunging into harvest festivals of life We were picking raisins from the pies The champions of the breakfast That’s our company lived Cocaine and crack on the grates Until the hundred finals in the mouth Until one day, Easter day And none wonderful powder could help Or four cent of widow Hidden for a rainy day Stitched in the black belt In the different stage of possession He sold his last clothes Until today in strongbox of the King Is hanging his shirt And as the wind was blowing that is still blow In the black tulles At the court of the King Is getting worst Holy lamps are shining with bitter grief on the squares The gangrene is spreading On this court In the stack of empty ink-pots Are drying diamonds goose feathers The nation has got a kefir for hangover The time is turning another page To the sea of souls flows river of the heads They are coming here from near and far There where are stairs of horizons Processions are approaching The train is carrying gifts for the King Cup, tube and ocular There are new wheels in the locomotive This one which is driving around One seat left in the last row For certain conductor Shepherds are singing “Happy Birthday” for him Four old men in the halos Are dragging air sleigh It’s time to drink a toast for this meeting And for looting of the souls Hare Krishna, looting, looting At the court of the King Is getting worst Holy lamps are shining with bitter grief on the squares The gangrene is spreading On this court In the stack of empty ink-pots Are drying diamonds goose feathers Now we will overwrought the cat Before the third verse will begin So excuse me, ladies and gentlemen Not for long time we will cheat you On the court of the King on crooked rails Is Rushing machine of the history On the screen big as the world The King stopped dancing with the Death And only sages of the Zion Don’t want to tell anything about this Fear laced up their mouth so hard Who? Who from the loudspeakers of cars Will speak to the nation If the nation is scary Even for this one who is above the nation Announcement merciless straightly: Our Lord is sniffs waterweeds The King's eyelids closed Lord stepped into the dead river And you are peeking through the keyhole You are looking through the narrow slit Someone is plucking watch from his wrist Pulling off gold coat over his head Pulling out platinum teeth Only dead ring finger left Faded away eternal ring on his finger You see this crowd in hellish cloakroom Nobody wants to run away as the last one from here They are slipping away under the wall Rat behind the rat Queue of vultures It can’t be worst On the court of the King Stranger eagles are wandering in the halls Auroras are cracking on half My dear God You know I have no place To get the fuck out of here To get the fuck out of here To get the fuck out of here To get the fuck out of here On the court of the King Dear God In the stack of empty ink-pots Are drying diamonds goose feathers

Do samochodu zajebista ^^

usunięte z biblioteki...udało się odnaleźć :) kiedyś to było, tereaz YT wszystko usuwa ....a zapisywało się by pamiętać :) może to kwestia tantiem :)

Pisałem, a raczej mówiłem, maturę na temat Jacka.

Utwór świetny! Ale ja w innej sprawie... Czy tylko ja słyszę tam zupełnie coś innego niż "pękają na pół zorze"?

Ponadczasowy Utwór, czasoprzestrzeni jazzu , rocka i co tylko przyjemne dla ucha i wyobraźni, kto,, kttoo,,, komunikat bezlitośnie prosty,,, Texty jak by stare ale bardzo pasują do naszych czasów, niestety ,,, szczur za szczurem ... Pozdro !!!

a wiatr jak hulał, tak hula

Jak można wpierdalać reklamę w środku piosenki...

kto mówi m.in " zbrodnia, kara grzech litr wina i tak historia ta się zaczyna". To Kondrat ?

To Fajny Ci telefon załłen

Zamachowski

O czym jest ten kawalek ?

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