BRING EUROPO!
SHOOT'S SHOOT
It's not xenophobia.
Not Polish disease
Because we learn life
For centuries on graves
And our fear will understand
After so many centuries
He who loves Poland
He's waiting for Homeland
And she's inactive nursing
Not lying to the disease
But dates and crosses
Memory and graves
Which leaks
A memory through history
When the Wind of History
It's always blowing
The pass over the Vistula
With a gorge of conscience
It's not easy to defend
In the hr of doubt
Our way is bloody
Inscribed Batoga
White Angel of Death
In Siberian Kurhans
He's inactive crying in the birches.
In the curved trunks, it whites
Written by a singer
Our bloody history
From Insurrection to Insurrection
From Betrayal to Betrayal
With a stuck fate
By hostile systems
Black eagle dancing
Death Over Heads
♪ While we're inactive ♪
Defenseless and Alone
The smoke keeps on bothering us
♪ And the fear hurts ♪
In our dreams from behind the wires
Moved Now
When they make us executioners
And lies hurt
When they bow cowardly
Those who service the bastards
♪ 'Cause it's on my back ♪
Our scars are turning blue.
And broken crosses
Shadows wobble
Still our mothers
And our Fathers
They wear the crown mark
The thorn on the head
♪ On your back rumpled ♪
They inactive carry memory
Those who have been through blood
Through the Homeland, dew
And that kiss
What He Announced to the World
That this sign of tenderness
That's Judas' love.
What to us Polish body
He fraternized treacherously
As he raised bayonet
The tender motion of the executioner
What the Wisła cord
He broke his holy hands
And in the name of Homeland
He was scorningly lying
And present our faith
As to the target,
Wide open
On the arms of the cross
So many years together
Chain cells
♪ What's got our legs tangled ♪
And hurt the spirit
Then let us be diagnosed
They don't put cowards
For he who sows lies
Tomorrow, he'll be gathering a storm...
And the 1 who forgot
About fact and Bread
May we in our wounds
The Talmud does not bury
Heart isn't an inn.
Where's Mama calling?
Our home of traitors
He won't take it in his arms
The sky is already clouded
Over the victim of the cross
Kneel to the Europo!
Don't insult God!
Because of blood and ashes
Too Bitter Message
Without God and love
Nothing remains...
