Zbigniew Wodecki - Trwoga

Rust consumes a rifle in the ground
It was officer grandpa's weapon
A saber sleeps sadly in the sheath
remembering the old time tribe
Hand grenades - a gift from papa
wrapped up nicely in rags
They keep dreaming on the pegboard
about finally going off
You are ready and you have the will
to go tomorrow to the field
and to hit like thunder strike
There's just no one you could smite

Awe, people! The great awe!
We need to designate the enemy
Otherwise, ladies and gentlemen,
we will butcher each other

History has grown warmer
Love and euphoria everywhere
No one spits on anyone
They only debate with whips
They make some damn consensuses
Russians do their business
A Heinie treads the bridge of friendship
Seems he got over the "Drang nach Osten"
Sometimes some Ossetian
takes their rifle out of the shed
Meanwhile the world dresses up like deities
Omnipresent heat and promiscuity

Awe, people! The great awe!...

Therefore at the speaker's staff
the nation out of the great concern
appeals - in the parliament
may the subcommittee of hatred happen
But before it could get to the polls
they were already tearing out their hair
So for now they hold a debate after debate
'We will settle it with our neighbors,
that from Wednesday they're our enemy,
up until Saturday we can give them some,
and on Sunday, like every Sunday,
we're meeting at the church'

Awe, people! The great awe!...