Metro - Uciekali

That night the angel came to Joseph:
‘Awake your sweetly sleeping baby
Judaea is now a dangerous zone
And baby boys' days are numbered’

Governor Herod is constantly trembling in fear
That despite him holding power in his hand
And the Roman emperor looking favourably on him
A weapon can be concealed in the children's hands

They were fleeing, fleeing, fleeing
On a donkey, across the torrid desert
As far, as far, as far as possible
To hide the baby, their priceless treasure

It's not easy to think of the homeland in the desert
Back then we could make a living one way or another
Even if the patrol passed the temple door sometimes
A devout Jew could pray whenever he wanted

But perhaps we’ve got to follow the trail of exile
Just as our ancestors did
It may be that the Promised Land is not here
Perchance our son will grow up elsewhere

They were fleeing, fleeing, fleeing
On a donkey, across the torrid desert
As far, as far, as far as possible
To hide the baby, their priceless treasure

We do not know yet what is in store for us
We are sometimes plagued by bad premonitions
But Heavenly Father will protect us
And the angel will reappear in our dreams

Sand has covered up the tracks leading to Bethlehem
It’s got easy to get lost, every step is challenging
We have so little, nothing more than the hope
That illuminates the darkness of our everyday lives

They were fleeing, fleeing, fleeing
On a donkey, across the torrid desert
As far, as far, as far as possible
To hide the baby, their priceless treasure