IS IT A FATAMORANA
A tired heart?
I'm going down another road to my homeland.
A white card before me like January snow
On which black leads of restless thoughts
Where's the saving shore?
Is it the destiny of a tired heart
And this hope of Free Poland dreams prophetic..?
And so many words bled to the wind
Will I find them to close my eyes...
A Poland torn apart by ancient enemies
He can't sew up his painful wounds.
Our Brothers remained in the treacherous land
And the Sisters and the traitors and their plan...
Lawlessness mocks fact and Justice
And we're second-class citizens
Forced present to Lawlessness and Slavery
We don't realize the discipline of our own history...
The signpost of the Decalogue fewer understand
And led propaganda by DziPiEs
We do not burden memory and conscience
In global amok...the fact is...excess...!
I'm going down another road to my homeland.
I don't read from the stars or ask people for directions.
It's besides large a hazard they're gonna lie to me again.
I follow the hope of a tired heart as long as I can...
