Feels

in a head.
On Bemowo,
when I was going into the airplane,
i saw a pair of wild cats.

They've jumped back to me and beginned to play,
I said to them - go to sleep.
I imagined, and I used it,
and I created this, what I dreamed.

I had all, but now I got nothing,
One will say, second at no
will say one word, that I know
but it'll become some big inspiration.
and there will be no confabulation.

It's good,
because life is stretching
and inspiration is King Kong's.
It's very big, and it's so strange and it's not saying.
My life is for people -
playing, smiling and not saying.

I will create, I will play,
if something will ride I'll say - tralala.
We will create all, that must be.
And it will be good - good to live.

In old age I'm thinking, on retirement,
I'll play some music, and when I'll coward,
then I'll fuck out out off some scene
and i will do fuckin' strange sounds.
It will be, dammit, my big end,
because I'm not a Don Wasyl. And anything about him.

Looks like you finally cracked

Polan pls