Jacek Kaczmarski i Zbigniew Łapiński - Prosty Człowiek

A Simple Man

I, simple man - believe in word.
They'll say - stand up and go - I will go.
i earn money with hand, not head,
I do not sinn with pride nor shame.
For others I have open door,
Few thins can be taken from me,
But if somebody will hit my in face ,
I'll strike back with greater strengh - I'm not Crist!

I, simple man, have trust for wise people,
I rather not pass clever ones on my route.
I don't speak much, I perfer to listen,
I understand what I can understand.
For hungry ones I have plate and table,
From what I gether I gave up half,
But is somebedy will reach for everything-
I'll break his arms - I'm not Crist!

i, simple men - don't waste blood,
I won't spoil it for anything,
I prefer life than pity death
For promises and hopes.
I'll also spend my blood on other,
Only let it be enought for me too.
But is somebody will would drain a drop to much -
From troath I will squiz it out - I'm not Christ!

I, simple man - what is a complaint for me ?
They tell me or threaten me with their finger.
Everyone has his own cross,
Yet they will put a rock on him.
If I'll pick it up, then it's good, if I not - then it's not,
Trumble in fear, if anger will fuel me !