To miejsce na mapie [English translation]

You know it from my stories

These old gates, that nobody gets in

Places, on which the world seems to economize

The same crimes' motives but different tools

Here, the fear steals sidewards

Between one and another time

Shuting the mouth of silence

You know it from newspapers and tv

The same faces, that nothing can digest

People, which is impossible to not remember

For many years is the same here, that hand is itching

The shame hides its face

As red as wine

It pushes a head between legs

You know it from wise, old books

Fu*king pride, you don't know from where indeed

Honey, think it twice

Will we stay, wait for the end or run away from here

Here, the fear steals sidewards

Between one and another time

Shuting the mouth of silence

Shame hides its face

As red as wine

It pushes a head between legs

This place on the map

Here, on the paper's edge

Where the colour is fuzzy

It's called Poland