Przemysław Gintrowski - Barbarzyńcy

Barbarians are coming, barbarians are coming
Their stench will poison cities of entire Europe
Barbarians are coming, barbarians are coming
They will plunder Rome, their hands, they will stamp down legs.

But many think that it is just a rumour
Under their reign you can live - they are people too
And their simplicity healthy, hempen and ruddy
Will enliven Rome, drowned in sloth and boredom.

Barbarians are coming, barbarians are coming
They want to torn the ancient world to the guts
Their roars are formidable, their names stink
Attila, Odoacer, Vitiges, Genseric.

And in Rome they don't want to know which one of them is approaching
Nothing will drive the sluggish thought to rebellion.
So they digest days and nights on courtesans' bosoms
Or they write textbooks of love artistry.

Barbarians are coming, frightful, slant-eyed
The will of fight quickly passes out to the sound of their steps
It's no use resisting, no help from all side
And after all, peace is always better than war.

So let us caress ears with the sound of elegant poems
Or believe in spirits, spells and magic wands
Let us bite into the eastern wisdoms or let us enlarge
Numerous gatherings of astrology adepts.

So we, the Romans, let's observe the stars
There our tribe can find its horoscope
Let everyone track the celestial constellations,
Who doesn't want to watch the disgraced land.