We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

War
by Lucjan Szenwald

A fatherland without a soldier is like beheader without a sword
So they take the flower of youth for many years now
And when the workers’ blood squirts under heavy tanks
In banks and stocks hallways joyful voices sing:

War! War!
Music sets the march
War! War!
Money flows in streams
Kill the enemy in the name of God
Give your young life for someone’s pocket

In his office a manager eats a tasty dinner
Merry he is, as brave army he owns
And when the poor worker will rot in the trenches
The manager earns his money and gets obese

On Pilsudski Square the buglers blow the trumpets
The Polish Chief of State is inspecting his army
And when someone leaves a silly flower on your grave
You, oh unknown dead man shall sign along the song

War! War!...

They’ll bury you in a cosy, collective grave
Oh, what a jolly fellowship of different corpses
And when the passionate wave will push you in a frenzy love
You shall spent a night with nurse’s remains

War! War!...

translated by Mateusz Nowicki

credits

from B​ę​dą bi​ć​!, released August 25, 2017

license

tags

about

Hańba! Kraków, Poland

post-folk-punk / folkcore from Poland

shows

contact / help

Contact Hańba!

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Hańba!, you may also like: