My blood, which covertly flows deep in my body,
Which hides in dark corridors,
In alcohol in women's lips blood.
My subcutaneous life measured in litres
Flowing in common river into the blood sea,
My blood, my blood.
Frozen, send and stored in blood banks,
Bankers tranfer1it to undercover accounts, undercover weapons.
They engineer undercover weapons with my blood,
In order to even better, even beautifully,
Painlessly materialize blood.
Priests drink my blood,
In the stands, on the platforms, during confidential negotiations .
My blood
My blood,
The shouting piles of newspapers are printed with my blood every morning,
Headlines stained with blood.
My blood - the speaker gasped!
I count marks of my blood on the screen,
With my blood, my blood!
Slightly drunk ladies, gently tilt glass, during receptions in the embassies,
Yes it's my blood,
With my blood the war, love, truce, peace, sentence, deal, death cheque was signed.
My blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also my blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also our blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
My blood!
Also your blood!
My blood!
My blood!
My blood.
1. In Polish language verb "przelewają" may mean "transfer" e.g. money, and also "tranfuse" e.g. blood