Kult - Poznaj swój raj

I believe the Lord won’t leave me after all
As if He’d let such a prize just fall
The Lord — but which one? You ask amazed
Well, the one from the right side, unphased

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, give it to us nice
We were meant to win, but we lost the fight
A face like yours haunts dreams at night

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, sell it to us twice
Vanity of vanities, comrades, hear my plea —
One talks a lot, the other silent as can be

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, sell it to us twice
Vanity of vanities, comrades, hear my plea —
One talks a lot, the other silent as can be

Who trusts his wealth may surely fall
The storm rages, godless at the bottom’s call
The catechist secretly fondles boys in breaks —
First communion’s toast, whatever it takes

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, clean it up right
You’ve wrecked the streets in my hometown
If you want to hang me, then hang me down

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, sell it to us twice
Vanity of vanities, comrades, hear my plea —
One talks a lot, the other silent as can be

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, sell it to us twice
Vanity of vanities, comrades, hear my plea —
One talks a lot, the other silent as can be

The sink has this trait: much remains unknown
The righteous man is said to stand alone
Seven bullets for the traitor, who snitched on Poles
Who can tell skinheads from flower children’s roles?

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, clean it up right
You’ve wrecked the streets in my hometown
Time for you to leave — so just take flight

Hey, hey, know your paradise
Hey, hey, sell it to us twice
Vanity of vanities, comrades, hear my plea —
One talks a lot, the other silent as can be