Kobranocka - Gówno cudem

you are the ones who are drunk
drunk from digging beets
ready to hurt anyone
hypocrisy in a sling
and you want fire at the stake
when in great prayer
yours are flies in your nose
and bedbugs in the ceiling

it's your thick mouths
like a gardening spade
like an official stamp
slurping until dinner
it's you dressed in boredom
and sarcastic platitude
you are just dirt
even though your knees hurt

and this is my Poland
maybe in a drunken state of mind
but this is my Poland
that you don't want to see

you are innocent people
instead of giving them comfort
you want to judge with contempt
you are the sin
you are making unnecessary effort
and with fanatical faith
you'll call shit a miracle
before he becomes a victim

and this is my Poland...

and this is my Poland
that you don't want to see
and this is...