Jacek Kaczmarski - Niech

Let them squander the blood those who have it in excess,
Let them raise screams those who forgot to speak.
Let them demand destruction those who have nothingness inside,
Let them bang on the wall those who don't care about their heads.
Let them splurge money those who roll in it,
Let them lavish promises those who don't keep them.
Let them utter curses those who don't worship the altar,
Let them blaspheme those who don't respect any boundaries.

And you just sow. Something might grow.
And you just reap what will grow.
And you just revere what exsists joyfully.
And you just esteem what is dying.

Let them fear shame those who are puffed up with vanity,
Let them be ashamed of fright those who are brave with stupidity.
Let them not ask questions those who feel saint,
Let them throw verdicts those who flatter nonentities.
Let them lie with tears those who are ashamed to sympathise,
Let them sneer with laughter those who didn't experience repentance.
Let them believe in procession those who don't know where they're going,
Let them listen to orchestras those who are deaf to voices.

And you just sow. Something might grow.
And you just reap what will grow.
And you just revere what exsists joyfully.
And you just esteem what is dying.

Let them hate those who cannot praise,
Let them lie those who believe in impunity of conceit.
Let them spit at world those who choke with bitterness,
Let them waste lifes those who don't care.
And those who listen to saviours let them be not surprised
That they will be slave to successive caesars
Who will wrap a stump of their spirits
Into 100 times washed off bandages of banners.

And you just sow. Something might grow.
And you just reap what will grow.
And you just revere what exsists joyfully.
And you just esteem what is dying.
And remember that you are given a memory:
Do not lie to yourself - and nobody will lie to you...