Kat & Roman Kostrzewski - Wolni od klęczenia

In the bare crosses, the rain spat
The holy flame faded
The Guardian Angel praises hell
The dawn is coming
On the chapel... "FUCK"

Karol loved Maria – goth
For her... our Father
She wove to him – stay with me
And Lolek, well... had to tend the sheep

He left the girl, round belly
And with one cut – isn't this son mine?

Winged saint in class, taken down
Calvary in the snow, snowmen made
In the church, pits for somersaults
And people free from kneeling

I’ll give for a gram
Put it on me
I’ll give for a gram
And whatever you want, I'll do for you
But don’t kiss
The candle... put it out after me

And I write with a wreath – an open grave
Carried by the wind... a paper flies...

Winged saint in class, taken down
Calvary in the snow, snowmen made
In the church, pits for somersaults
And people free from kneeling

Winged saint in class, taken down
Calvary in the snow, sleds are riding
In the church, pits for somersaults
And people free from kneeling