Ballada Nie Lada - Maria Peszek

Ballada to nie lada

Nie lada ballada

O dziewczynie

Która pracowa³a

W punkcie skupu i sprzeda¿y cia³a

Ale siê le sprawowa³a

Bo siê nie sprzedawa³a

Tylko za darmo siê oddawa³a

Min¹ nadrabia³a

Czego nie zdo³a³a zrobiæ

Przy u¿yciu swego cia³a

Ale pieniêdzy nigdy nie bra³a

Wiêc korzy ci

Punkt skupu i sprzeda¿y cia³a

Z niej ¿adnej nie mia³

A bardzo tego chcia³

Bo tak absurdalnie siê sprzedawa³a

Ballada to nie lada

Nie o ladacznicy

Ani ulicznicy

Bo siê udziela³a

W bardzo szacownej dzielnicy

Luksusowych dziwek

Najdro¿szych u¿ywek

Luksusowych dziwek

Najdro¿szych u¿ywek

Raz gor¹co zaprotestowa³a:

Tego nie zrobiê

Klient mi ¿¹da

Bym siê mu pokaza³a

Zupe³nie bez cia³a

Chce bym siê kocha³a z nim

Sam¹ dusz¹

A przecie¿ duszê

Zawsze przy tym duszê

By dusza nic nie czu³a

Choæbym sama by³a

Nawet bardzo czu³a

Wystêpna wiêc by³a

I dla wszystkich dostêpna

Choæ siê wci¹¿ broni³a

Przed praniem pieniêdzy

W pralce swego cia³a

Ale i tak siê do nieba nie dosta³a

Bo zamkniête na cztery jest spusty

Dla pracowniczek rozpusty

Ballada to nie lada

Nie o ladacznicy

Ani ulicznicy

Bo siê udziela³a

W bardzo szacownej dzielnicy

Luksusowych dziwek

Najdro¿szych u¿ywek

Luksusowych dziwek

Najdro¿szych u¿ywek

A ballad is a real treat

A real ballad

About the girl

Who worked

At the point of purchase and sale of the body

But she was doing wrong

Because it wasn't selling

She only gave herself up for free

She made up for the minia

What she was unable to do

By using your body

But she never took the money

So benefits

Body buying and selling point

He had none of them

And he wanted it so badly

Because she sold so absurdly

A ballad is a real treat

Not a harlot

Neither are the street urchins

Because she was active

In a very respectable neighborhood

Luxury whores

The most expensive stimulants

Luxury whores

The most expensive stimulants

She once fiercely protested:

I will not do that

The customer demands me

Let me show myself to him

Completely bodyless

I want to make love to him

Alone with the soul

But the soul

Always with the soul

So that the soul would not feel anything

Even if I was alone

Even very affectionate

So she was excited

And available to everyone

Although she still defended herself

Before money laundering

In the washing machine of his body

But she didn't get to heaven anyway

Because the triggers are closed by four

For female workers, debauchery

A ballad is a real treat

Not a harlot

Neither are the street urchins

Because she was active

In a very respectable neighborhood

Luxury whores

The most expensive stimulants

Luxury whores

The most expensive stimulants