Gangsters in Chicago

Three gangsters from Chicago, sipping on Marago coffee,

With a crafty plan, they grew a bit frothy,

To throw the sheriff behind bars,

But he served them up with some Malaga jars.

In the wind, where the secrets sway,

Gangsters plotting their own way,

Through the shadows, they make their mark,

In the city, where dreams turn dark.

Young lad from Pasłęk, tattoo on his arm,

Chasing sweet Ewka, thought he had charm,

But she barely turned heads with her grace,

Yet he danced like a fool, caught up in the chase.

In the wind, where the secrets sway,

Gangsters plotting their own way,

Through the shadows, they make their mark,

In the city, where dreams turn dark.

Silly Julka from Bycza Wola cried,

Screaming about a pain she couldn’t hide,

Family worried, hearts filled with dread,

For Julka's fate, they all feared she'd be dead.

They tried aspirin and laxatives too,

But nothing worked, oh what could they do?

Finally, a remedy for the pests,

Helped Julka out, lay her worries to rest.

In the wind, where the secrets sway,

Gangsters plotting their own way,

Through the shadows, they make their mark,

In the city, where dreams turn dark.

With a Polish fatso talking to a frail,

First one crying, “I’m drowning in bail,”

Second one sniveling, hadn’t eaten in days,

At the end, they shared a stew, in their own ways.

In the wind, where the secrets sway,

Gangsters plotting their own way,

Through the shadows, they make their mark,

In the city, where dreams turn dark.

In a laundromat on Mokotów street,

Washing cow dung, oh what a feat,

With 'Cypiska' for the low-cost charm,

As people waited, they lined up arm to arm.

Through tales of struggle, tales of woe,

Three gangsters in Chicago, letting life flow,

In a city of dreams, where shadows play,

They dance and they plot, come what may.