Czorny Czesiek z Baru na Stawach | Ballada ze Zwierzyńca

We're transported through fog and smoke to Krakow during the communist era, to the very heart of the former Półwsie Zwierzynieckie. Meet "Czorny Czesiek" – a street legend, a dispenser of banishment, an undisputed king and judge in matters the communist government preferred not to interfere with. This is a story about strict principles, a passion for pigeon-keeping, and the legendary "Bar na Stawach" (Bar on the Ponds), where the Zwierzyniec faith converged, and the mere sound of Czesiek's footsteps would bring a deafening silence to the pub. Let's drink to the dregs of old to the old-timers who always stood shoulder to shoulder! 🍻 📌 Did you like this atmosphere? Give us a thumbs up, subscribe to the channel, and leave a comment: what other Krakow legends, streets, or pubs deserve their own ballad? 📜 LYRICS: At the Bar on the Ponds, the noise and bustle are loud, The entire Zwierzyniec faith is gathering here, Horses in the square, their muzzles in the water, Someone important is walking – you can hear it step by step. He enters, silence falls, No one says a word in that second. His face is grim, his gaze like a rock, The whole group feels respect. This is the Great Czech who has ruled here for many winters, Thick smoke hangs over Półwsie. Everything here is Czech, He puts an end to local quarrels and disputes. When he finishes his beer from the tap, He looks at strangers ruthlessly and askance. The gang is silent, no one utters a word, Until his eye gleams graciously. Siajac wears the uniform of the people's militia, And Czesiek is the dispenser of lifelong banishment. In the brothel, he peers with style from behind a jug, Many a barbel sighs at him. When he gets angry and bares his twig, The kiziory fall silent, fear is visible on his face. At dawn, he releases pigeons, Schwarckops fly into the brightening depths. This is the Black Czech who rules here for many winters, Thick smoke hangs over Półwsie. Everything here is Czech, He puts an end to local quarrels and disputes. When he finishes his beer from the keg, He looks at strangers ruthlessly and askance. The gang is silent, no one utters a word, Until he gracefully shines his eye. A pre-war shadow hides in these gates, Every Andrus here lives his own way. The Kindry here always stand shoulder to shoulder, No one will break the Zwierzyniec peasants. Drink it all down, throw your cookies on the counter. Everyone with honor is like a brother to us. #CzornyCzesiek #Krakow #Zwierzyniec #PółwsieZwierzynieckie #BarNaStawach #Folklore #UrbanFolk #Ballada #Andrusi #Kiziory #HistoryofKrakow #OldKrakow #StreetMusic #PRL #UrbanLegends #FolkNoir #AuthorSong #KrakowskiuŚmiech Our home sale: Krakow market, or schwarz, soap, and jam - ZERO WASTE square: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?... Facebook page (sic!) Krakowski uŚmiech - Krakowians in the White Kurpie region   / stanislawsmiechkrk   Follow our TikTok!   / krakowski.umiech   Recommended channels: @lolopozaszlakiem