Kult - Polska

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Morning dawns, morning dawns
As I walk by the sea in Sopot
Along the dirty-sandy beach
The Baltic reeks of crude oil

Morning pavements
As I walk, I talk to no one
On a Sunday morning
Pavements vomit-stained from Saturday night’s partying

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Afternoon concerts
Full of brainless security forces
They look around, their hands itch
They love to hit more and more

Again, evening adventures
As I climb the stone stairs
Many drunk bums harass me
Tomorrow they'll meet in church

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Nighttime shops with milk
And I watch what’s happening outside the shop
A crowd raises fists to someone’s face
Demanding the death penalty for him

Again, morning trains
I stand and stare at the uniformed oddballs
Have you ever been at the station in Kutno at night?
It's so dirty and ugly, it makes your eyes burst

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here

Nighttime shops with milk
And I watch what’s happening outside the shop
A crowd raises fists to someone’s face
Demanding the death penalty for him

Again, morning trains
I stand and stare at the uniformed oddballs
Have you ever been at our station at night?
It's so dirty and ugly, it makes your eyes burst, burst, burst

Poland
I live in Poland
I live in Poland
I live here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here…