Zbigniew Wodecki - Rodacy

In a fine trickle through us, beside us, time - it runs
Nothing lasts long, everything happens once
So let us, God, in simple affairs, in earthly pains
Crack the nut open without risking our jaws

But until you purify our souls, till smoke settles down
Get a commie square, a styrofoam man too
The poor around us, one's like a dog, other's but good
Go ask the Jew how is it with that poverty

Dear countrymen, distinguished fellow men
May it heal inside, may it scar up

Prussian insolence push us down again, we cut it in half
Then go the Russian and the whole deck's on the table
There go the scythes, a kiss from the girls, horse to the sleigh
Go for Eskimo for he's a cold bastard

Dear countrymen, distinguished fellow men
May it heal inside, may it scar up

Once the stains are washed off history
And smoke settles down
Hit Steve in the face, for he is long and wide

Dear countrymen, distinguished fellow men
May it heal inside, may it scar up