Żywiołak - Żywiołak

[First verse]
Welcome to the Throne of mighty psychosis,
From these ashes I've risen, from this brilliant land,
Dandled by the system in the garden of absurdity,
I am a descendant of Vandals and of nobility behind the fence*.

My Fathers died alongside statues of old,
Moustached heads with prideful eyes,
Today it’s an honour to read about their beautiful times,
But who really cares about it nowadays?

[Chorus]
I am a monkey in your garden.
I am fire gliding on ice,
I am pestilence emanating from straw man,
Not from this land, from this land, an Elemental.

I am a many-faced demon,
A Sarmatian, proud, lackadaisical,
I toast for health, without squinting,
A Criminal, an alcoholic - a Pole, a catholic.

[Second verse]
In my country, on the throne of mighty psychosis,
Of system's mutants, of perfect deception,
One hears moans and groans of hyenas, shadow's fools,
Outcasts of conscience and unfulfillment.

In my country of absurdity, of mighty psychosis,
Of mental blemish, of total intrigue,
There are people, who in eternal rushing delusion,
Selling their dignity, still dream of a miracle.

[Chorus]
I am a monkey in your garden.
I am fire gliding on ice,
I am pestilence emanating from straw man,
Not from this land, from this land, an Elemental

I am a many-faced demon,
A Sarmatian, proud, lackadaisical,
I toast for health, without squinting,
A Criminal, an alcoholic - a Pole, a catholic.

[Bridge]
In this country, on the throne of mighty psychosis,
You can smell the fumes of fools, of maniacal elites,
Clumsily, the cream of the crop of leadership still functions
Sobieski, Kopernik, Skłodowska chickened out.

Here you are at the maid’s of mighty psychosis,
Here conspiracies are falling around like mushrooms,
Yet you do not break here, it’s brilliant here after all.
From these brilliant ashes, you are an Elemental.

(Fucking Elemental) like a peanut gallery,
Like witches, phantoms with the defiance of murderers,
Like ignorant kin, flower of young bohemia,
Moaning of fools - fanciful tricks!

What am I doing on the throne of mighty psychosis,
I am soaking in the smell of this brilliant land,
I'm stifling the moans and groans of hyenas, of shadow's fools,
And I roll around in their moans,
That's what my land is.