Bonus - Serce Polski

I grew up here where the heart of Poland lies
Warsaw style, a Wola-Żoliborz message, West-North
From the left side of the Vistula, strong, straightforward, and obvious
A personal message, about life in the Capital, without ferment, from birth here
I know this city down to its foundations, I don't talk nonsense, I know my roots
And I am proud they have grown into this land
Soaked with blood, sadness, sorrow, and suffering
It survived the uprising, bore the war's burden
A tribute paid to it by the young generation
May every Polish soldier rest in peace
In my city, there are few true Varsovians
Most are yokels with hay in their shoes
They come in droves, settle here permanently,
And when holidays come, you don't see them at all
Lights off and the streets deserted
On weekdays, traffic jams make it hell to get anywhere
A vast horizon, half a day to deal with one matter
That's how it is if you want to run a business in Warsaw
More and more cameras and the devil's war of the cops
Patrols, criminal unit sniffing around again
Always PKU, a bunch of snitches around,
And prosecutors are swarming with scams
What about the neighborhood? It's all old women spying
No one stays there anymore because they sell out
Some kids run around,
While the guys in the park drink beers and smoke,

There used to be more graffiti on these blocks
New facades destroyed what I love
Everything so fake, made to show off
Cover changed but it's still the same book
As long as I remember, there's no remorse in this city
Everyone sticks their fingers in each other's business,
Everyone wants to take away someone else's livelihood
If you lose control, they will rob you in a moment
Buddy, chasing money, not too balanced
Kłobucka, Rakowiecka, Ciupagi
Take care of yourself and your friends
So you don't get caught and end up meeting in the visiting room
Yeah, in my city Warsaw, one club rules
From childhood drilled into my head that KSP is the enemy
On the gallows with the abbreviation
Here many speak for themselves look around
And in the crown, you'll only see Legia
Many of my brothers are ready for anything for it
For them, the first matches, for me, HIP-HOP
Always connected to one place with all my heart
I live in the Capital so don't ask who I support
And what about the streets as usual, goods circulate secretly
Someone robbed someone, someone hit someone back, and someone counted someone
Overall nothing new except uncertainty for the next day
Soon Euro, big game ahead
10 years back, only sheds and stands
Where these games will now take place
Trade flourished, throughput thrived, whoever could take advantage
Today, what once was doesn't matter anymore, look how everything changes
What matters is the future outlook
Here there's no mercy, life squeezes you out hard, like being thrown into a juicer, buddy
A mix of money versus nothing, tired faces
No hope in politicians, in their promises
One Capital has something special
It gave me character and arranged my head
Our streets, our zones, our Warsaw
Greetings to good people
Our life, our streets, our Warsaw
Great pride and fame
Our streets, our zones, our Warsaw
Wounded past and bloody
Our life, our streets, our Warsaw
Persevered in heroism
Our streets, our zones, our Warsaw
Greetings to good people
Our life, our streets, our Warsaw
Great pride and fame
Our streets, our zones, our Warsaw
Wounded past and bloody
Our life, our streets, our Warsaw
Persevered in heroism...