Kult - Amnezja

Amnesia is so easy, to forget what and where, and how
Amnesia is so easy, to carry your own stick forward
Amnesia is so easy to forget where you’re from and where
Amnesia is so easy to get on your brother's back

We have the truth as our monopoly
I don’t kill and I don’t steal
And there were once beautiful days
Gierek, Jaruzelski, and us

Those were beautiful times
Even then the Pope was Polish
We dismantled communism together
But to this day, I still don’t understand why

Amnesia is so easy to carry your own stick forward
Amnesia is so easy to get on your father’s back
Amnesia is conveniently forgetting where you’re from and where
Amnesia, I tell you, and I know this well

Subterranean activities are not appreciated nowadays
Unless from one point of view
Those were such beautiful days
Wałęsa, Kuroń, and me

Those were the times, you see,
When you could be proudly Polish
With the legacy of the battle at Lenino
And with the palm of the Berlin victors

Amnesia is so easy, to forget what and where, and how
Amnesia is so easy to carry your own stick forward
Amnesia is so easy to forget where you’re from and where
Amnesia is so easy to get on your brother's back

Subterranean activities are not appreciated nowadays
Whoever asks, overestimates their role
Those were such super, super moments
It wasn’t thieves who ruled, but idiots

At the Olympics, a whole bag of medals
ZOMO officers chased us through the streets
The Peace Race – third place in the world
But you know nothing about that today