In the 90s, you had no identity
The West rushed forward, the West had no mercy
We had to get a boost, so the chase wouldn't pass us by
And the world of ex-enemies predicted: we'll be hungry
It winked at us, so we'd stop fasting
And we were in shock, so many new things in the stores
Plastic toys, cool new porn flicks
Paints the color of raspberries, bananas, berries, and peaches
They say: 'gray blocks'? Where the f*ck are the gray blocks?
Everything here is gaudy: chicks, dudes, and yorkies
Purple bruises, probably 'cause she was naughty
He's got kefir for men, a well-balanced protein, toffee-flavored
My country left its cage, now it's floundering
My country can be ruled by any mediocrity
In my country, this education is just ignorance
On one side a fair, on the other, Europe
I'm dancing the Polish tango
My feet are in the mud, 'cause the Vistula is a swampy marsh
We have national colors like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, 'cause I stopped believing in Poland long ago
I'm dancing the Polish tango
My feet are in the mud, 'cause the Vistula is a swampy marsh
We have national colors like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense
Who are you? A little Pole
What's your sign? A baggie of white
Where do you live? In a gated community
In what country? This f*cked up one
What is this land? It's my sandcastle
How was it won? With the propaganda of fear
Do you love it? Very much, I'm being honest
And what do you believe in?
Who are you? A little Pole
My beautiful landscape is all f*cked up with billboards
Sometimes I happen to see a friend on a skyscraper
I ask them to stop, but they laugh and say: "Alright man, c'mon, for f*ck's sake"
In Warsaw the whole block is vibing
I'm listening to my previews, if I piss you off, then call the cops
I hear those sirens somewhere in Muranów, 'cause they crowed
These sirens are constantly wailing, these sirens have gone mad
I'm dancing the Polish tango
My feet are in the mud, 'cause the Vistula is a swampy marsh
We have national colors like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, 'cause I stopped believing in Poland long ago
I'm dancing the Polish tango
My feet are in the mud, 'cause the Vistula is a swampy marsh
We have national colors like Santa Claus
And that makes sense, sense, sense, sense, sense
Their main mission is to tell you that you're living great
Only you are right, the rest of the world is living in error
The horizon is pretty, but try to look narrower
Look a bit narrower, look a bit narrower
The enemy is the vaccine and 5G
Adults are educated by some random page on FB
Your nephew is a f*g, 'cause 'gender' is in fashion
And the most anti-Polish thing is the crusade against coal, you know?
A little coal never killed nobody
I'm smoking black gold with my homies
Anyway, God with us, f*ck you all
Three Hail Marys, hallelujah, and full speed ahead, f*ck the wh*res