Nawiedzona wiek XX [English translation]

Shoes of the Black one gleam flamingly

I can smell burning in the air

when they shaved my hair

no trace of the grey left apparently

So many of us, oh so many

And all of us identical

but that one Black like a puddle

yells 'Dumme' when he strikes my head

Yet the one White like worms

Said, that I have good blood

and he laughed, so I cried

and crying turned into laughing

So from bread, despite being hungry

I made myself pendants today

I looked prettier already

among women shoved in sacks

And I sang quietly to myself

that I'm like a princess from a tale

awaiting someone to come get her

and one of you jumped at me

Can anyone understand what it means?

In her eyes red bloody tears

She shouted at me I don't know why

that I'm a nourisher of the lice

And she explained where the smoke is from

and why when some of us is long asleep

on our bodies when we lie down

they traverse us these white lice

They say they like sweet blood

and for those of us who don't have it

they can't live together with

they vanish

But I can live thanks to the louse

that sucks my blood – for what sins?

For she keeps craving my blood

so I will live as long as lice