Nasza klasa [English translation]

What has become of our class

Asks Adam in Tel-Aviv

Nowadays it's hard to keep one's head above water

Hard to even live an honest life -

What has become of our class?

Wojtek is in Sweden, in a porno club

He writes: they pay me well

For something I like anyway

Kaska and Piotrek are in Canada

They've better prospects there

Staszek is getting along in the US

Pawel has got used to Paris

Goska and Przemek are having a hard time

About to have the third brat in May

In vain they complain to officials

That they too want to go to the West

Magda instead is in Madrid

She's going to marry a Spaniard

Maciek lost his life in December

When they were visiting houses

Janusz, the one who used to incite envy

Being swept up by every wave

Is a surgeon, he treats people

But his brother hanged himself

Marek has been locked up

For refusing to shoot at Michal

I am writing down their story

That's just about everyone now

Then there's Filip - a physicist in Moscow

Collecting all sorts of awards

He goes back to Poland whenever he likes

And has been greeted by the Prime Minister

I've sought out the whole class

In exile, in the country, in a grave

But something has changed

Everyone is going about their own lives

I've sought out the whole class

All grown up and mature

I've scratched open our youth

But it didn't hurt too much...

No longer boys - but men

No longer girls - but women

Our youth will heal over soon

It's nobody's fault

All are responsible

All have got aims in life

All are rather normal

But it's still not that much

I don't know what dream I'm dreaming

Which star is shining upon me

When, among these familiar faces

I'm looking for the faces of children

Why I still glance over my shoulder

Even though no one calls out: friend!

Maybe someone willl play tag with me

Or at least hide and seek...

We grow our own sprouts,

Our own leaves, everyone for themselves

And roots, of course -

In exile, in the country, in graves

Down, sideways, up towards the Sun

Into waste, rightwards and leftwards

Who'll remember that in the end

It's still one and the same tree...