There is a cow in a field,
He suffers, because I full of milk
He runs to her Maciejowa,
The way goes disco.

Ride, ride boys
Boys radarowcy,
The blue cap
At the side of the rod.

The life of such familiar cases:
They drive themselves the gates
They will somewhere in the reeds,
Hole in the fence, some crack.

Counter longer note,
All records,
Quick exceeded,
Waiting for a deer.

He drove himself time accountant
Workers drove the payment,
Although the work has been exemplary,
He crossed a small Fiat,

Already have it boys
Boys radarowcy
So I paid the three hundred,
Because it was an artist.

He drove himself to be honest,
Conscript on a bike.
He passed forests, black clouds,
He was driving fast was from the top.

The bend steel,
He took the bike,
The boys now enjoy,
The soldier goes on foot.

He drove himself from Dabrowa
Young beautiful district
On a motorcycle in dezabilu,
On a tour of the civilians.

Boys have it too,
Boys radarowcy
They saw him from afar,
He paid the highlander.

And when the twilight had
It then turned out,
That they are not police officers,
That they were disguisers.

Time to have the final,
Point to begin:
More and more costume,
It is increasingly difficult for the original.