Elektryczne Gitary - Dywizjon 303

It's June forty-sixth, the London's alley Moll
The weather, as usual, English, steel sky from the clouds
We are waiting in the crowd from morning, there are flags of all colors
Finally the end of the war, came the king and queen
You can hear the rumble of cars already with a white star in a circle
Sure, our soon to be there around the bend emerge
Now go French, laugh, the chest prez
But we are waiting for our, soon there will also be

Constantly talked about them when the smoke enveloped London
Most Krauts they came - Squadron 303
Englishwoman behind them raged though the smoke enveloped London
And they waited for Poland - Squadron 303

We are standing on the edge of the street, among the dust, screams and flag
Dignified waving queen, and only our absence
Czechs, Dutch, Belgians - accompanies a military band
The turbaned Sikhs go, euphoria around

Constantly talked about them when the smoke enveloped London
Most Krauts they came - Squadron 303
Englishwoman behind them raged though the smoke enveloped London
And they waited for Poland - Squadron 303

There were not white and red, it is probably nobody's fault
Englishmen are gentlemen, they did not want to annoy Stalin

Constantly talked about them when the smoke enveloped London
Most Krauts they came - Squadron 303
Englishwoman behind them raged though the smoke enveloped London
And they waited for Poland - Squadron 303