King was spoken of
In the city of the Holy Tower
I remember from elementary school
How he kissed the pope

The secretary was passing by
When the ribbon was cut
Kingi went for truancy
Dream about something else

He was always a little to the side
He was a little off guard
Nobody knew at school
What King really lived

It was a little later
He already had a friend Ewa
So they lived without marriage
And they were patting sweet poverty

Sometimes they rocked
Because they liked light drugs
There were many friends
Evenings and mornings

Watch out for your neighbors
Because they like to give zinc
You know who rules the city
Here is a bishop with a commissioner - King!

A friend told him so
Long, thin Lolo
When they went out into the street
Light a Coke Spliff

I'm sick of this city
Red and black mafia
Do you understand me lolo
Do you know what's bothering me?

Meanwhile, Eve pale
Explain everything he wants
Because the commissioner came in through the window
And the bishop crawled out of bed

What do you have in your King pocket?
The commissioner asked in the door
You still smoke this dirty stuff
We had many complaints

And the bishop looks away
It's King, it's Ewa
You live here ungodly
You think I know nothing

For owning weeds
You will get ten years old
For an illegal relationship with her
The next few boxes

Today Kingi is in a cell
And he recalls good days
He wrote to the pope
A very long letter

He sent a Christmas card
To the president himself
But nobody talks about him anymore
Nobody remembers about him

He was always a little to the side
He was a little off guard
Actually, nobody knew