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Bol. Naci Meledyn 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Str.-13 -14                                                                          

 

 

W dniu Imienin z najserdeczniejszymi życzeniami.                                                                                    

 

W Zjednoczeniu coś się dzieje.                                                                                                                           

 

Krzyki zewsząd rozbrzmiewają.                                                                                                                        

 

Wszyscy „folgę” nerwom dają.                                                                                                                        

 

Gdzie jest Nacia, gdzie jest, gdzie jest?                                                                                                                          

 

 

Naciu – wyślij pilne listy.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

 

 

Naciu – numer daj dziennika.                                                                         

 

 

Naciu – nie mam ja kluczyka.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

 

 

Naciu – daj mi ręcznik czysty.                                                                                           

 

Naciu – zamów dla mnie hotel.                                                                                                                                                             

 

Naciu – w WC woda leci.                                                                                                          

 

Naciu – lampa mi nie świeci.                                                                                                                       

 

Naciu – pożycz mi dwa złote.                                                                                                                                                     

 

 

Naciu – wydaj mi bilety.                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

Jeden czarny dwa czerwone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

 

 

Naciu – kawę daj mielone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

 

 

Naciu – gdzie Ty, gdzie ty, gdzie Ty?                                                                                              

 

Naciu – daj korespondencję.                                                                                                                                                                                               

 

Na wydziały porozkładaj.                                                                                                                                    

 

Naciu – to na pocztę nadaj.                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

Naciu – zaparz mi esencję…                                                                                                                                       

 

 

Takie ranki i wieczory.                                                                                                                                 

 

 

Nacia skacze, biega, szuka.                                                                                                                      

 

 

Nacię każdy uczy, fuka.                                                                                                                                    

 

 

A gdzie chwilka na amory?                                                                                                                

 

Tam telefon jest zepsuty.                                                                                                                                          

 

Tu zagubił ktoś kluczyki.                                                                                                                                

 

Więc – pretensje, żale, krzyki.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

Wyśpiewane jakby z nuty.                                                                                                                                                                 

 

 

Gdybyś Naciu nasza miła.                                                                                                        

 

 

Rąk dwadzieścia nawet miała.                                                                                                                            

 

 

Wciąż biegała i skakała.                                                                                                                  

 

 

Gdybyś fruwać potrafiła.                                                                                                      

 

Nawet – wówczas – nie dasz rady.                                                                                                                                 

 

Choćby dób pięć doba miała.                                                                                                                      

 

Choć byś zrobić mogła, chciała.                                                                                                                                                                

 

Zawsze znajdą jakieś wady.                                                                                                                                                                                           

 

 

A Twą bronią – uśmiech tylko.                                                                                                                                        

 

 

Miły, słodki, na twej twarzy                                                                                                                                             

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W oku ciepły płomyk jarzy.         

 

 

 

 

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Bo się cieszy życia chwilką.                                                                             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warszawa dn. 27 lipca 1968 r.