Zbroja [English translation]

My Lord, You gave me an armour

An old armourer made it

Creased in many battles

Baptised in blood

As it was made for a giant

I trip all the time

Because as a blackmail of my conciousness

It crashes my left side

But although I have lost my helmet and my sword

And it [armour] is no help for my body

It is an important thing after all

The armour

Its magical engravings

Cannot be read by anyone any more

But it is made of myths

And it's eternal as a myth

It is stuck to my body

It doesn't let me live or sleep

And a crowd is laughing at a midget

That wants to play a giant

But although I have lost my helmet and my sword

And it [armour] is no help for my body

It is an important thing after all

The armour

And there is so much dignity in it

[Dignity of] Long dried blood

That I feel it demands

And forces me to grow

Maybe in vain

But I will face [the enemies] in it like 100 men

Take it of me, My Lord

If I die during my sleep

But although I have lost my helmet and my sword

And it [armour] is no help for my body

It is an important thing after all

The armour

They shouted: War!

They woke up the horde

A quiet night is raped

And watches the first murder

The fresh wounds are burning

The shameful face is on fire

But we have as our defence

The armour of our memory

And although attack follows attack

And our enemy sends reinforcements

We will be defended from falling by

The armour

They brought tin boxes

They put bullets in barrels

And they try to scare us being scared themselves

They shoot bodies and words

Forbid to live with your shots

Let rape triumph

Over every body there will be

The shape of living memory risen

Although sun is hidden behind battle gas

Although recruits are enjoying robberies

We will be defended from falling by

The armour

They trained pigs

They bought dogs

And in the temples of empty words

They build the altar of blood

He screams in front of an idol

the half-blind preacher-liar

And with his every word

He makes our armour stronger

Although our time chokes with blood

Although our thoughts are drowning in paranoias

As always it will be protecting us

The armour

The armour