Czesław Śpiewa - Nienawidzę cię Polsko

I hate you, Poland; I can’t help it.
I hate you, Poland; ‘cause you have power over me.
I’m counting long months, I've lost track of it,
I would like to go back, but I can’t ‘cause I don’t know how to love you.

Up there stupidity did annoy me, and the poverty, young, old people.
Here I’m annoyed 'cause I have all I want.
Maybe someone who has left the country long time ago gets it…
That the poverty there is real, and the fortune here is fake.

I’ll tell you if I get brave enough, because it seems silly…
There Sundays church irritated me, and here the lack of it.
Here I’m sick of pedants, I was sick of slobs there,
I confused it all, and I don’t know what I feel.

Poland!
I hate! Poland!

I hate you, Poland; I can’t help it.
I hate you, Poland; ‘cause you have power over me.
I’m counting long months; I've lost track of it,
I would like to go back, but I can’t 'cause I don’t know how to love you.

I blame your heritage, it’s still inside of me,
‘Cause you’re primitive, so I’m primitive too.
Somebody wanted it, somebody meant it,
There I became a denier, here I’m becoming a patriot.

Poland!
I hate! Poland!

I hate Poland inside of me.
I hate Poland, I’m going to confession.