Akurat: Do prostego człowieka

When on the walls with freshly-made paste
They start attaching proclamation
And when the big black letters make haste
"To the Soldiers!", "To the Nation!"
And any dolt and any youngster
Falls for that old prevarication
That we must go with smoking barrel
Make chaos, plunder, rape and fire
When they ask in a thousandth anthem
If you swear faith and where your trust is
And lure with nicely colored emblem
And demand historical justice
About the inches, borders, stations
About the victims, heroes, banners

About the glory of grandfathers [x2]

When even bishop does not forget
To bless your rifle and bayonet
Because the God himself from Heaven
Told him that thou shalt create mayhem
When all the dung, and all the shitshow
Yell from the first newspapers' pages
And hoards of screaming gals then throw
Flowers at rows of armed teenagers

Oh my dear friend uneducated
Living in this or other country
You are just being subjugated
By the king with his potbellied party
This is a lie, a scam, a swindle!
They call to shoulder your firelocks
Because petroleum gushed out somewhere
And pours more dollars to their cashbox
Cause something's missing in their wallets
Cause they have sniffed out higher premium
Or have just spotted, dirty scoundrels
New custom duty for platinum
You throw the rifle against the soil!
Your is the blood, their is the oil
And from a city to a city
Shout, defending your dignity:

Fooling is us, their is majesty! [x4]