Hi,
Pretty please can someone translate this?
Thanks in advance,
Cat

Gdybam gdyby to nie było na niby x2
Gdyby, gdyby to nie było na niby
Gdyby świat cały
Obrósł w niebieskie migdały
Gdyby Magik był doskonały
Gdyby podziały gdzieś się podziały
Gdyby ryby głos też miały
Kaktusy na dłoniach by wyrastały
Gdyby po Ziemi stąpały ideały
Biały byłby czarny
A czarny biały
Indywidualnie na życzenie upały
Wciąż smakowały te same specjały
Minerały każdej skały
Szlachetne jak kryształy
A wszystkie kabały
To tylko kawały
Gdyby czyn był godny chwały
Gdyby Fokus nie był tak zarozumiały
Gdyby wrony nie krakały
Gdyby kozy nie skakały
Gdyby tak psy nie gryzły
Koty nie drapały
A komary nie wkurwiały
Gdyby dyskojeby tak się nie rzucały
Gdyby równiejsze z równymi równać chciały
Gdyby nowe hip hopowe kluby powstawały
Gdyby foki w klubach tych dupami wywijały
A ekipy rymowały
A się nie napierdalały
Gdyby składy tak jak mówią reprezentowały
Gdyby z pióra słowa dosłowne spływały
Gdyby w Gie O Pe zwykłe deszcze padały
Gdyby szyby i kominy mnie nie otaczały
A kraina Niby-Niby
Gdyby kromki spadały odwrotnie
Gdyby przerzutnie pociągały mnie okropnie
Gdyby rymy się składały wielokrotnie
Gdyby hip hopowe głowy dostawały stopnie
A stopnie wystawiane by nie były pochopnie
Gdyby u mnie na oknie stały
Kwiaty paproci i niebieskie migdały
Gdyby ich cechy się uzupełniały
Gdyby cudowne sny się sprawdzały
Gdyby Rahim zbierał pochwały
Gdyby problemy zmieniały się w banały
Gdyby z wszystkich treści morały wypływały
Gdyby partnerki partnerów swych kochały
Gdyby oczy nie płakały
A usta się wciąż śmiały
Gdyby powracały piękne chwile
I trwały
Gdyby lepsze czasy nastały
Gdyby kawki nie padały
Gdyby pały nie ścigały
Gdyby składy hip hop grały
Przy tym nie dawały chały
Gdyby gazy nie wybuchały
A pożary nie wyniszczały
Gdyby wody nie zalewały
Kataklizmy nie istniały
Gdyby bratnie dusze się wspierały
I sobie ufały
Gdyby rymy tylko na wolno powstawały
Gdyby farby nie zaciekały
I na murze nie matowiały
Gdyby wielkie nominały
Każdą kieszeń oblężały
Na plakatach by widniały
Pfk inicjały
No a konfesjonały
By innowierców pochłaniały
Gdyby wszelkie bariery pozanikały
Gdyby żadne serduszka nie pękały
Gdyby kary winnych spotykały
Gdyby każdy był wyrozumiały

I argue if it wasn't playing make-believe x2
If it wasn't just playing make-believe
If all the world would overgrow by blue almonds
If the Magician would be perfect
If divisions would have got lost
If fish would have a voice, too
If cactuses would grow upon hands
If ideals would tread on the ground
If a blackman would be white,
and a white one would be black
If there would be heats on individual request
If there constantly would taste the same titbits
Minerals of every rock,
precious as crystals
And all fortune-tellings would be just jokes
If deed would be praiseworthy
If Focus wouldn't be so conceited
If crows wouldn't caw
If goats wouldn't spring
If dogs wouldn't bite so badly,
If cats wouldn't scratch
and mosquitos wouldn't piss off
If disco-jerks wouldn't be striking
If cool girls would match cool boys
If new hip-hop clubs would come into being
If seals roll off their butts in these clubs
and teams would rhyme
instead of ****ing drive down
If squads would represent all they say
If literal words would fall down a pen
If there would rain ordinarily in GOP
If pit-shafts and smoke-stacks wouldn't surround me
but Neverland
If bread chunks would land the opposite side down
If overflows would attract me deeply
If rhymes would agree repeatedly
If hip-hop heads would get grades
and grades would not be rated rashly
If there would be flowers of fern and blue almonds
in the window at my place
If their features would complement each other
If wonderful dreams would come true
If Rahim would get nothing but praise
If problems would turn into trifles
If there would be morals of all the content
If girls would love their boys
If eyes would not cry
and mouth would always laugh
If happy moments would return and keep on
If better times would come
If jackdaws would not fall
If cops would not chase me
If hip-hop squads would play
but with no trash
If gases would not explode
and fires would not devastate
and waters would not flood
disasters would not happen
If soulmates would support
and trust each other
If rhymes would appear with no hush
If paints would not make stains
and would not tarnish on the wall
If big denomination notes would fill every pocket
If the initials of PFK would be seen on playbills
And confessionals would absorb apostates
If all barriers would disappear
If any little hearts would not break
If the guilty would suffer punishment
If every man would be understanding.

Originally Posted by bandziol20

I argue if it wasn't playing make-believe x2
If it wasn't just playing make-believe
If all the world would overgrow by blue almonds
If the Magician would be perfect
If divisions would have got lost
If fish would have a voice, too
If cactuses would grow upon hands
If ideals would tread on the ground
If a blackman would be white,
and a white one would be black
If there would be heats on individual request
If there constantly would taste the same titbits
Minerals of every rock,
precious as crystals
And all fortune-tellings would be just jokes
If deed would be praiseworthy
If Focus wouldn't be so conceited
If crows wouldn't caw
If goats wouldn't spring
If dogs wouldn't bite so badly,
If cats wouldn't scratch
and mosquitos wouldn't piss off
If disco-jerks wouldn't be striking
If cool girls would match cool boys
If new hip-hop clubs would come into being
If seals roll off their butts in these clubs
and teams would rhyme
instead of ****ing drive down
If squads would represent all they say
If literal words would fall down a pen
If there would rain ordinarily in GOP
If pit-shafts and smoke-stacks wouldn't surround me
but Neverland
If bread chunks would land the opposite side down
If overflows would attract me deeply
If rhymes would agree repeatedly
If hip-hop heads would get grades
and grades would not be rated rashly
If there would be flowers of fern and blue almonds
in the window at my place
If their features would complement each other
If wonderful dreams would come true
If Rahim would get nothing but praise
If problems would turn into trifles
If there would be morals of all the content
If girls would love their boys
If eyes would not cry
and mouth would always laugh
If happy moments would return and keep on
If better times would come
If jackdaws would not fall
If cops would not chase me
If hip-hop squads would play
but with no trash
If gases would not explode
and fires would not devastate
and waters would not flood
disasters would not happen
If soulmates would support
and trust each other
If rhymes would appear with no hush
If paints would not make stains
and would not tarnish on the wall
If big denomination notes would fill every pocket
If the initials of PFK would be seen on playbills
And confessionals would absorb apostates
If all barriers would disappear
If any little hearts would not break
If the guilty would suffer punishment
If every man would be understanding.

can u please translate this line into english


"Jak Ci nie wstyd milczeć mi prosto w serce?"

Aren't you ashamed of keeping quiet right into my heart ? - sth like that, hm... very poetical