Polska

through the drain in the street
emerges a sound; the blondynkas pass by
or go down a dark stair
in the club, ecstasy; the sound I heard before

By day the clock chimes; a bustling square
high opulent spires meet low smokey cafes
in a narrow side alley, a model poses at sunset
soon night will be cold

her look is dry, unimpressed; but I need a ticket
speak louder? no difference :)
her look says, 'speak my language, not yours'
if only her language was not imposzszible

her look all smiles, and I feel silly;
I pronounce it all wrong, these Zs and more Zs
But when Zywiec is juh-vee-ets
it's still a lost cause; maybe another will help... %)