Kazik - Mars napada

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A crowd of people all around
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
It feels no mercy

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
Devours the fruits of our labour
Hey, hey – poor folk
Another daily washout

By the Baltic, the people from Mars spread their wings
To attack like this is one big farce
The mob stares in awe, seeking a new thrill
An enemy civilization from another planet

In Gdynia, an emergency team gathers quickly
Or anti-, the rot starts from the head
And everyone here’s on the wrong side of the law
John Malkovich as a Russian said, “madjer fakjer”

The planetary invasion approaches the beach
Meanwhile, in the crisis centre in Gdynia, they’re insulting each other
What was that movie where they kept going at it?
For heroin here, sir, people would give up anything

All the boards are pissed on, every toilet smeared
What a beautiful port we have, seen in the morning
Everything in place, lots of good work
The beings from Mars are closing in on the port

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A crowd of frightened people
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
How do you feel, my darling?

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A Lada tractor, a Lada tractor
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
Hunting down the simple folk

And amidst this whole mess, one thing I know for sure
You are my delicate princess

The fully armed fleet is nearing Bydgoszcz
A popular boxer, his face somewhat familiar
Defeated two rivals at a dance at the “Brain”
Afraid of the mafia, seems he ran into Russians

Thanks to the right decisions, there’s no trace of panic
The state of emergency – always tasty and healthy
Apparently, Gdańsk Orunia is still holding out
The invaders are just a stone's throw from Toruń

Does playing the guitar make others happy?
Does it make sense that you struggle? Don’t talk nonsense, I’m bored!
Radio Maryja broadcasts, even under bombardment
Toruń has fortress status now, ready for defence

Mars generals point out key targets
Terrified people seek hope in the church
They don’t know, poor souls, that they won’t go to work any more
All Poles lie together on one pallet

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A crowd of frightened masses
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
How are you feeling, darling?

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A Lada tractor, a Lada tractor
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
Hunting down the simple folk

And amidst all this chaos, one thing I know for sure
You are my delicate princess

Warsaw should bear the brunt of the attack
With elite units and honour companies
The president didn’t flee to Romania like before
Let’s stem the tide of ever-new areas of poverty

Ninja rocksteady, they say I’m a Jew
But faith is scarce in me; I’m not a Hasid
The “Legia” stadium aims its floodlights at alien ships
Těžkej Pokondr, release the Kraken from its cage

Leaving Parliament, MPs dropped their notes
Now everyone will know what the taxes were meant to be
And how much you all stole, but what can we do with such knowledge
When the Martian occupiers are already on our backs?

A guy living in London for a few years
Claims that the best drinking happens in dormitories
The western fleet goes for Silesia, eastern fleet for Kraków
Kraków – the former capital of the Poles!

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A crowd of people all around
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
It feels no mercy

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
The earth burns where Sawa and Wars lived
Hey, hey – hunger stands at the gates
We won’t abandon the land of our roots!

Amidst all this chaos, one thing I know for sure
You are my princess

My hair stands on end, my eyes can’t believe
They have empty heads, chasing after women
Tell me, please, how a poet loved his homeland
I’ll work in France and pick up the language a bit, a bit

First prosperity, then democracy
Action during holiday, another station of torment
In Katowice, the resistance fights the invader
Governor Ziętek watches everything from heaven

Around Kraków, for a change, small groups of insurgents
Please don’t let dogs out without muzzles!
They’ve tied up the enemy with local skirmishes
Chaos, destruction, and blaze everywhere

Martian military forces from a certain distance
Move west, the Vistula is burning!
You can bash the pear from memory or under a picture
Though it burned, it shouted: “And yet it moves!”

And yet the sun revolves around the Earth
Priests will attest with their own fingers
Hitler also claimed he didn’t want war at all
Why do you keep calling me “Hey, you faggot”?

The war armada heads toward Wrocław
Maybe God will have mercy on them?
Maybe he’ll save us? It’s a last-ditch effort
Wrocław has always been the last to fall!

To him, or to him
Do it yourself
And I was here too
Did it myself

Hey, hey – Mars attacks
A crowd of terrified people
Hey, hey – Mars is striking
Now tell me, how do you feel?

For on these ruins, I’ll tell you one thing
You are my princess