Justyna Steczkowska - Moja krew

My blood, which sinks in the depths of my body,
Which hides in the dark corridors,
The alcohol in the mouth of women blood.
My life is measured in liters
And flowing together in the rivers of blood,
My blood, my blood.

Frozen shipped and deposited in blood banks,
Bankers poured her into secret accounts, secret weapons.
My bloody secret weapon is constructed,
To make it even better, even more beautiful,
Painlessly embody the blood.
My blood is drunk by priests,
The stands on the rostrum, on discrete negotiations.
My blood.

vocalis

My blood,
This is my blood print scream every morning morning stacks of newspapers,
Headers are dyed with blood.
My blood - the announcer spat out!
On the screen I count the traces of my blood.
My blood, my blood!
Lightly glazed ladies, gently bend the glass, on embassies in embassies,
That's my blood.
It was my blood, war, love, truce, peace, judgment, arrangement, death check.
My blood!

vocalis
My blood!

It's my blood
And your (x2)

It's my blood
And your, too,
It's our blood!
And your, too,
My blood!
And my, too,
And your, too,
And ours too,
It's my blood
It's your blood


My blood!