Bassline thumps, a low growl begins,

Strobe lights flash, the concrete spins. [Strobe Pulse]

From Warsaw nights to rural fields,

A bovine rhythm, pure energy yields. [Synth Drop]

O Kurva Raketa, the floorboards shake,

Every Krowa's ready, for goodness sake!

A four-on-the-floor, an udder beat,

Can't keep still, on two left feet. [Cowbell Frenzy]

Moo-sic pumping, the speakers blow,

Where's the farmer? Nobody knows!

Got that Polish spirit, wild and free,

Raketa ignition, for all to see! [Raketa Ignition]

The crowd is jumping, a milky haze,

Through neon pastures, in a blissful daze.

O Kurva Raketa, hear the call,

We're stomping hard, about to fall! [Energy Surge]

Bassline quakes, a seismic wave,

This Polish party, we truly crave.

From hoof to heart, a primal scream,

Living out this vibrant rave dream. [Moo-Vocoder Break]

Hey! Raketa! Hear the roar,

Bang your head, and beg for more!

O Kurva! Yeah! Let it go!

This bovine madness, puts on a show! [Beat Acceleration]

A primal moo, through the speakers blasts,

This udder-ly wild moment lasts.

The air is thick with electric charge,

Dancing cows, a herd at large! [Turbine Hum]

O Kurva Raketa, spin around,

Best damn rave, on hallowed ground. [Crowd Chant]

One more drop, the rhythm bites,

Fueling up these party nights! [Key Change Up]

No stopping now, the frenzy grows,

Where this crazy current flows.

O Kurva Raketa, one last moo,

This Polish rave is coming true! [Solo - Synth Riff]

Bassline fades, a distant hum,

Until the next wild morning come. [Fade-Out]