Antek_Stalich
12 Jun 2011
UK, Ireland / Brits say being drunk senseless while visiting Poland is national trait [98]
Guys...
Let me show you some song:
MENELE
It's five in the morning, I'm taking a stroll
'Cause the hangover won't let you sleep
And you wanna puke.
And I think over and over how to get me a quarter
I smoke a fag, oh what ache in my head.
An' the sun slowly emerges from the night
Sleepy streets are slowly waking up
I stop, surprised, and I watch the people
Who are running to factories to earn their bread.
But we menele don't need to work
Let the villagers and tractors do their job
We celebrate birthday all our lifetime
If vodka is there, we don't need to eat.
We are hanging around shops for lengthy hours
There someone always throws in some cash
Won't he? Then we'll terrorize him
And he'll give us his last grosz.
There's nothing in the flat I might sell
What's left are two glasses, a table and a stool
The sleeve torn out off my last jacket
And the ill liver made my belly swell.
My Mummy a pensioner helps me vigorously
And tells me constantly I should stop drinking
"Go and get work, listen to your Mom
Be human, you cannot live that way!"
But we menele don't need to work...
nk.art.pl/portowi_lovelasi/pl_menele.mp3
The above song is decidedly not made by Brits and it describes quite popular phenomenon in Poland called "Menele".
In all fairness, though, my brother-in-law often uses this simile:
-- To be drunk as a Brit on a stag party in Cracow
;-)
Guys...
Let me show you some song:
MENELE
It's five in the morning, I'm taking a stroll
'Cause the hangover won't let you sleep
And you wanna puke.
And I think over and over how to get me a quarter
I smoke a fag, oh what ache in my head.
An' the sun slowly emerges from the night
Sleepy streets are slowly waking up
I stop, surprised, and I watch the people
Who are running to factories to earn their bread.
But we menele don't need to work
Let the villagers and tractors do their job
We celebrate birthday all our lifetime
If vodka is there, we don't need to eat.
We are hanging around shops for lengthy hours
There someone always throws in some cash
Won't he? Then we'll terrorize him
And he'll give us his last grosz.
There's nothing in the flat I might sell
What's left are two glasses, a table and a stool
The sleeve torn out off my last jacket
And the ill liver made my belly swell.
My Mummy a pensioner helps me vigorously
And tells me constantly I should stop drinking
"Go and get work, listen to your Mom
Be human, you cannot live that way!"
But we menele don't need to work...
nk.art.pl/portowi_lovelasi/pl_menele.mp3
The above song is decidedly not made by Brits and it describes quite popular phenomenon in Poland called "Menele".
In all fairness, though, my brother-in-law often uses this simile:
-- To be drunk as a Brit on a stag party in Cracow
;-)