I'm asking about our tomorrow.
And the Nation's Lot...
Today the word Man no longer sounds proud
On the face of democracy, a dirty sewer of evil
Injustice and Hate
Poisoning Hearts and Fog Consciences
Behind the screens and banners
Behind the oily headlines of the publishers
Behind the UN planet Pyramid
True with a gag of lies and appearances
Mammon compass works precisely
It precisely determines the price of freedom
Between a dollar and a penny of charity
Between the conviction of death and wickedness
It's an global advancement tariff.
Applicable for the future war
From the east to our doorstep
You can see the red luna, the flag of the dress.
We are a bloody ground in the country of Nadwiślan
Between the stones of the west and east
The wind from the east spreads the stench of war
I ask with fear about our next day and the destiny of the Nation...
