happysad - To miejsce na mapie

You know it from my stories
These old gates, that nobody gets in
Places, on which the world seems to economize
The same crimes' motives but different tools

Here, the fear steals sidewards
Between one and another time
Shuting the mouth of silence

You know it from newspapers and tv
The same faces, that nothing can digest
People, which is impossible to not remember
For many years is the same here, that hand is itching

The shame hides its face
As red as wine
It pushes a head between legs

You know it from wise, old books
Fu*king pride, you don't know from where indeed
Honey, think it twice
Will we stay, wait for the end or run away from here

Here, the fear steals sidewards
Between one and another time
Shuting the mouth of silence
Shame hides its face
As red as wine
It pushes a head between legs
This place on the map
Here, on the paper's edge
Where the colour is fuzzy

It's called Poland