Fabryka małp [English translation]

Somebody grabs me and clenches his fingers

On my throat until I lose my breath.

I kill him after a deadly fight,

I wake up and...

I already know where I am.

Chorus:

A factory of monkeys,

A factory of dogs,

A reserve of wild creatures

So fierce

That even God,

Even God will not help them.

Millions of fangs,

Paws armed with claws,

Ready to fight for anything.

All around there’s a state of a total war.

Killing is the only sport.

Chorus:

A factory of monkeys,

A factory of dogs,

A reserve of wild creatures

So fierce

That even God,

Even God will not help them.

Wherever I look, there’s a jungle around. /x2

A jungle! /x2

I open the door and...

There’s a day like every day.

A loud rumble of over a hundred guns.

Something still goes on in the Middle East.

On the doorstep there’s my normal world again.

Ref. /x2

A factory of monkeys,

A factory of dogs,

A reserve of wild creatures

So fierce

That even God,

Even God will not help them.