Dezerter - Czwarta rano

It is four in the morning, Warsaw is asleep
A mist rises above The Vistula
A good time to launch the attack
Upon the village hidden by the brush
Little houses made of cardboard stand little chance
The bulldozers await their orders
Terrified children rousted from sleep
In a moment their village will cease to exist

For the color of your hair, the color of your face
I will judge you, I will pronounce your sentence
For your unorthodox lifestyle
I will find you illegitimate

The wardens of the city wave their batons
They're so proud of their actions
They run through the bushes like at hunt
So that they liquidate successfully
This slum cannot stay her any longer
A hundred people live here illegally
No one cares, that this is their home
Because they're just Romanian Gypsies

Bound in handcuffs, herded into meat wagons
They will be removed like garbage
The will be taken outside the borders of their land
Helpless like like little children
No one stood up for their rights
Because they're just Romanian Gypsies
They're dirty and they ruin the view of the city
They are here illegally