Dezerter - Nic się nie dzieje

They march shoulder to shoulder, in uniform step
With a mean face that's supposed to show high regard
Oddly stiff, as if stuck in their ass
Was their flagpole, neck high
They want to stamp out sound minds like bedbugs
To use boots to smother independent thought
Since a sound mind stands in their way
Just don't mention they are fascists, don't call them that

And they blatantly give me the eye
Their sharp teeth furiously shown
I just don't know if they intend to bite
Or is it just a natural retard frown
In one hand they grip a cross
The other hand is clenched threatening the world
They spit, yell, they put fear in everyone
Of Poland belonging only to the Poles

It is really hard to win freedom
But freedom can be lost at any time
Obvious truths are hardest to comprehend
By people not used to using their mind
There are processes that run slow
They don't raise much suspicion or fuss
It's easy to shrug it off, and nothing is the matter
That's the syndrome of a boiled frog

Chorus:
Nothing is the matter
Nothing is the matter
It seems nothing is the matter
Nothing is the matter
Nothing is the matter
Not only he reaps the whirlwind
Who sows the wind