Natalia Sikora - Dom wschodzącego słońca

In the era of children of flowers,
Love and LSD.
The best of the good worlds again,
Luckily, he dreams of happiness.

House of the rising sun,
Prayer, whimpering and hymn.
He protected the world from evil,
Although God did not live in it anymore.

He did not live, but he fell in
To drink cheap wine here.
And he kept talking about his Son,
Which he also wanted to be.

He had beautiful dreams too,
And he played the guitar.
He gave absolution to the circle,
But he was afraid of life like death.

He understood best of us,
Flower Power is a gift.
However, he could not live here though,
He really was a super star.

He carried a cross of conscripts,
For a war that lasts forever.
Resurrect the third day he wanted,
There was an order to die.

In Vietnam, in Gdansk, Prague,
In Angola, on Tian'anmen,
Death at the Brandenburg Gate
She broke the naive dream.

In Chechnya, in Kurdistan,
In Iraq and Nangar Khel.
People are killing someone,
He dies like in the movie "Hair"

Innocently, senselessly,
By law or law, contrary.
At the command of the evil, worthy world,
He's still pouring human blood.

House of the Rising Sun,
Prayer, whimpering and hymn.
Last God the Father's tear
A beautiful and evil world.