Kult - Polska

Morning sunrise, morning sunrise
When I go along the sea in Sopot
On the dirty-sand beach
The Baltic Sea smells of crude oil
Morning sidewalks
When I go, I don't talk to anyone
How it is on Sunday morning
After the Saturday parties the sidewalks are all puked over

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Afternoon concerts
Full of brain-deads in security service
They are looking around because their arms are itching
They love to beat more and more
Evening adventures again
When I step on the stone stairs
Many of these drunken guys are trying to provoke me
Tomorrow they will meet at church

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Night shops with milk
And I'm watching what's going on in front of the shop
The crowd puts its fists to someone's face
They demand a death sentence for him
Morning trains again
I stand and look at the freaks in uniforms
Have you ever been at the railway station in Kutno at night
It is so dirty and ugly that the eyes are cracking

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Night shops with milk
And I'm watching what's going on in front of the shop
The crowd puts its fists to someone's face
They demand a death sentence for him
Morning trains again
I stand still and look at the freaks in uniforms
Have you ever been to our railway station at night
It is so dirty and ugly that the eyes are cracking,
eyes, eyes

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here...