[Verse 1]
In the 90's you didn't have an identity
The west was pushing forward, the west didn't have any mercy
We had to help ourselves, so the train didn't overtake us
And the world of ex-enemies predicted: we're going to be hungry
Winked at us to stop fasting
But we were shocked - in the shops so many new things
Plastic toys, cool new pornos
Paints in shades of raspberries, bananas, berries and peaches!
They say "Grey blocks"? Where are the fucking grey blocks?
Everything here is vibrant - The chicks, guys and Yorkies
Purple bruises, probably because she was naughty
He has kefir for men, that well-balanced protein in the flavour of toffee
My country got out of a cage, now they're lost
My country can be ruled by merely anyone
In my country education, only leads us to into darkness
On one side a market, the other Europe
[Chorus]
I do the Polish Tango
My boots are covered in mud because Visula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense cause I stopped believing in Poland a long time ago
I do the Polish Tango
My boots are covered in mud because Visula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense...
[Bridge]
Who are you? A polish kid (polish kid)
What's your emblem? A bag of white dust (white dust)
Where do you live? In a guarded neighbourhood (guarded neighbourhood)
In which country? The fucked up one (uh)
What's the land? It's my sandcastle (sandcastle)
Gained how? Through propaganda of fear
Do you love it? Very much, I'm not lying
What do you believe in? I believe in nothing
[Verse 2]
Who are you? A polish kid
My landscapes are beautiful but fucked up by billboards
Sometimes I see a friend on a skyscraper
I ask them to stop, but they only laugh and say:
Ok, bro, you fucking 1 -
In Warsaw, the whole block shakes
When I listen to my previews, if I'm making you angry then call the pigs
I hear the roster somewhere on Muranowie, cause they crowed
I hear the sirens they always howl, the sirens they've gone crazy
[Chorus]
I do the Polish Tango
My boots are covered in mud because Visula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense cause I stopped believing in Poland a long time ago
I do the Polish Tango
My boots are covered in mud because Visula is a foggy swamp
National colours just like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense...
[Vers 3]
The main mission for them is to tell you you're living gloriously
Only you are right - The rest of the world is wrong
The horizon is amazing but try to look more narrowly
Look more narrowly, Look more narrowly
The enemies are vaccines and 5G
Adults are taught through a random FaceBook page
Your nephew is a faggot, because it's popular
And the most anti-polish is the bashing of coal - you know?
A little coal never killed nobody
I smoke black gold with guys
Anyway - May God be with us, fuck you
Three hail Marys, hallelujah and go
Get the fuck out
1. In the music video the text continues and it says: worry for nothing, it’ll be up for a bit and I’ll get some money from it.