Przemysław Gintrowski - ZOMO - spokój - bies

They chose unhappy human beasts
From the boarded up holes
From the glass of broken bottle
Gave them gas, rifle and nightstick
And released them to the streets
They hunt for the meat of our backs
For the soft bone of crown
Inside their chest hair
Our Lady sways
With the dead baby in her arms

And when they will all be judged in this fake judgement
Based on fake proofs
By fake judges
There will be finally a real peace
Old women will die quietly in the lines
Factories will increase the production with no strikes
Crippled abdomens
The tired nation will close its eyes
To breathe the silence of graveyards
The tired nation will close its eyes
To breathe the silence of graveyards
All the dead are coming back, accusing
They are standing in the windows and doorsteps
As phantoms
They come down the icy stairs
And they stop on every step
And they sign their way with blood
Pointing at the heart, at the forehead
In the day room, inside the chamber of worker
They knock in the glass [of windows]
And the one who opens it
Hears the whines of dog
And sees the emptiness around

Lyrics: Tomasz Jastrun, Mieczysław Jastrun
Music: Przemysław Gintrowski