Metro - Hasła

We live and breathe slogans, they feed us these all the time
Now we don't even know what's the truth and what's the lie
There is a fight for peace, but the peace has already been here
If you want to keep step, take two steps back

Who created a slogan have a patent for the world
They will stick you in a formula – now you know how much you're worthy
Let the total mess last in minds
The local colour matters here:

The French love, the Slavic soul
An Italian - guido, the English coldness
the German problem, the Spanish flu
And a Negro is black because they like dirt

An American - legs on a table
An Italian – guido, the Arabic summit
Don't irritate a Russian, He drinks like a Pole
And a Jew…

To be able to disarm, you need arms
They'll tie you up with a chain of peace
So in the important matterts be quiet as a mouse
In France eat the frogs, in Japan eat the rice

Foreigners mean problems and generate no profits
In common Europe, they don't give you a visa
There's a small distance: here's Rome and here's Crimea
"American dream" in the "Paris of the north".

The French love, the Slavic soul
An Italian - guido, the English coldness
the German problem, the Spanish flu
And a Negro is black because they like dirt

An American - legs on a table
An Italian – guido, the Arabic summit
Don't irritate a Russian, He drinks like a Pole
And a Jew is skilled, shame he's a Jew

Here's the Right and there's the Left
Or maybe conversaly? An idle dispute
When between people there's a line
Do you look at the wall from the left or the right?

Let's write on walls, ceilings and pipes
With the sings that cannot be washed away
Our own writings, private slogans
Each is different - Just let us be!