Historie [English translation]

Why do you bring dirt into my house on your soles?

I mean messages, gosspips - not the street dust

Why on your coat's lapel, trousers legs and in all seams

You bring fear, somebody else's mourning instead of roses?

Who bow in frot of the Moscow, who is manipuled* by the USA

Who has staff, who has crown - I don't mind

I don't want to listen those stories

Let's go to forest, to mountains

With you, I can go everywhere

I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick

Why do you bring dirt into my house on your soles?

Why are you keeping a bunch of malkontecji*** istead of bunch of roses

I don't want to listen those stories

Let's go to forest, to mountains

With you, I can go everywhere

I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick

I don't want to listen those stories

Let's go to forest, to mountains

With you, I can go everywhere

I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick

• Artist:Hey (Poland)
• Album:Błysk