Maleo Reggae Rockers & Marika - Modlitwa Dziewczyńska

A girlish prayer

I'd like new hands, to brew the coffee
To make pasta and to pick lettuce
Cause these at the utmost will clean out the rifle
Will dig a hole at the gate - then will put flowers on it...
I don't want those, they're broken, they've got blood under the nails
How am I supposed to put a ring on it?
Heaps of bricks and planks, clogged with rags...
How am I supposed to call this again my home?

I'd like new eyes
Fresh from the box
Best would be green... Or maybe no, not necessarily
Eyes that did not see how the final haze came out from your mouth that you gave them an eternal rest

I'd like new lips, to kiss
To laugh with this laughter that I don't remember
I remember how my father was taken away, Holy Lady!
How my sister was destroyed with fast strong shoves...

And if all that I ask for is too much
Then give me, God, this one that's most important
That does not know hatred, does not burn with wrath...
Kyrie Eleison, give me a new heart!...
Please, give me a new heart, give me a new, new heart...
Please, give me a new heart...

I'd like new eyes
Fresh from the box
Best would be green... Or maybe no, not necessarily
Eyes that did not see how the final haze came out from your mouth that you gave them an eternal rest