Pidżama Porno disbanded in 1990, but reactivated 4 years later. The demo album "Futurista" was officialy released under the same name, but it also contained six songs from "Ulice jak stygmaty". In 1997 "Złodzieje zapalniczek" was released, "Styropian" followed in 1998. Then, the "Ulice jak stygmaty" demo album was recorded again, and released as "Ulice jak stygmaty - absolutne rarytasy". The next album, "Marchef w butonierce", arguably their most popular one, saw the light in 2001.
As for now, their newest album is "Bułgarskie Centrum", which appeared in 2004. It is slightly different from the former releases, but is still widely appreciated among fans.
Currently, the band consist of the following artists:
Krzysztof "Grabaż" Grabowski - vocals, lyrics, composition
Andrzej Kozakiewicz - vocals, guitar
Sławek Mizerkiewicz - guitar
Julian Piotrowiak - bass guitar
Rafał Piotrowiak - percussion
Some members of the band also form Grabaż i Strachy na Lachy.
The band officially disbanded after their 20-th anniversary concert, which was held in Poznań on 8th December 2007.
Hymn pokoju
Pidżama Porno Lyrics
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Z Europy Azji Australii Afryki Ameryki
Odludki na wyspach
Po kolorowych całujcie się pyskach
Bruderszaft
O chleb się ściera kiep
Gdy chleba braknie jedzcie muszki
I przed Bogiem tańczył
A Bóg mu pozwolił swoje całować nóżki
Chlejcie Ocean Spokojny
I spluńcie na wojny
Wierz w to co widzisz macasz łapiesz
I to na czym się wieszasz
Nie wierz w papier
Choćby go podpisał papież i cesarz
Niech ksiądz muła i rabin
Odrzucą święty karabin
Bo ten świat zamienią na psiarnię
W chciwą dziwkę opartą o latarni
The song "Hymn pokoju" by Pidżama Porno is a powerful critique of nationalism and war, and a call for unity and peace across racial and national lines. The opening lines celebrate diversity, asserting that people of different colors and nationalities should come together in solidarity: "Long live the world - black, red, yellow, white / From Europe, Asia, Australia, Africa, America / Hermits on islands / Kissing on colorful faces / Fraternal toast."
The lyrics then take a darker turn, as the band criticizes the role of religion and nationalism in fueling conflict and division. They mock the idea of feasting on insects (as St. John the Baptist supposedly did), suggesting that such religious practices are absurd and meaningless. They also suggest that blind faith in documents like papal decrees or government treaties is dangerous, and that handshakes and agreements mean nothing without genuine unity and peace: "Believe what you see, touch, and hang on to / Don't believe in paper / Even if the Pope and the emperor sign it / Let the priest and the rabbi / Reject the holy rifle / Because they will turn this world into a doghouse / A greedy whore leaning against a lamppost."
The song ultimately urges listeners to reject nationalism and embrace a broader, humanistic perspective that encompasses all races, nationalities, and cultures. The final lines implore the listener to drink to the Pacific Ocean and spit on wars, rejecting the idea that violence and militarism can solve anything. "Chug the Pacific Ocean / And spit on wars."
Line by Line Meaning
Wiwat świat - ludzie czarni czerwoni żółci biali
Let the world rejoice - people of all races and colors, from all corners of the globe.
Z Europy Azji Australii Afryki Ameryki
From Europe, Asia, Australia, Africa, and America.
Odludki na wyspach
Even those isolated on remote islands.
Po kolorowych całujcie się pyskach
Celebrate diversity and embrace each other, no matter what color skin or cultural background.
Bruderszaft
Let's share brotherhood and solidarity.
O chleb się ściera kiep
When we are hungry and poor, we scrape and fight for bread.
Gdy chleba braknie jedzcie muszki
When there is no bread, eat insects if you must.
Święty Jan z miodkiem jadł szarańczę
If it's good enough for Saint John to eat locusts with honey, it's good enough for us too.
I przed Bogiem tańczył
And he danced before God.
A Bóg mu pozwolił swoje całować nóżki
And God allowed him to kiss his feet.
Chlejcie Ocean Spokojny
Drink from the Pacific Ocean.
I spluńcie na wojny
And spit on wars.
Wierz w to co widzisz macasz łapiesz
Believe in what you see and experience firsthand.
I to na czym się wieszasz
And what you have built your beliefs on.
Nie wierz w papier
Do not blindly believe in written laws or regulations.
Choćby go podpisał papież i cesarz
Even if it's signed by the Pope or the Emperor.
Niech ksiądz muła i rabin
Let the priest and the rabbi.
Odrzucą święty karabin
Reject the holy gun.
Bo ten świat zamienią na psiarnię
As it turns the world into a doghouse.
W chciwą dziwkę opartą o latarni
And a greedy whore leans against a lamp post.
Contributed by Julian L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
pnktraffix
plus za opis, zdecydowanie najlepsze wydanie pidżamy, zarówno muzycznie jak i tekstowo!
Nocny Łowca Reniferów
Kocham ❤
FrogPrincessUwU
"to bóg mu zwolił lizać paluszki" woot? przepraszam ale ja tam słyszę: Bóg mu swoje pozwolił całować nóżki" (ostatniego słowa nie jestem pewien) a dalej tekst to już w ogóle nie wiem o co chodzi, dalej dopiero "wierz w to co widzisz" chociaż i tam jest źle tekst. W ogóle tekst pokręcony. Mógłbyś to maestro poprawić? ;x
Adam Borowski
Tekst przetłumaczony z oryginalnego wiersza.a Grabarz śpiewa jak słyszysz...Bogu swoje pozwalał całować nóżki...
TheSubvertCity
Przeczytaj raz jeszcze opis, maestro ;)