My interpretation of song Poland by Kult: Morning sky, morning sky When Im walking in Sopot down the sea shoreline Through dirty sand filled beach Baltic Sea smells like a petrol-filled ditch Morning sidewalks When I walk down the street to no one I talk So how does the Sunday morning feel like? The streets are barfed after madness of Saturday nights Poland I live in Poland I live in Poland I live here, here, here, here Afternoon showdowns Full of brainless security service pawns Their hands are itching, so they glare around Looking for someone to beat the shit out of Again, the evening adventures When Im walking up these concrete stairs Im getting nagged by all these drunk tramps Tomorow, together in church they will stand Poland I live in Poland I live in Poland I live here, here, here, here All-night shops with milk Im looking and cant believe what I see Angry crowd attempts to lynch this scared man Death penalty they yell, as if its fun Again, the morning trains Im looking at all these uniformed freaks Have you ever been to Kutno Station during night Its so filthy and ugly that your eyes want to burst out Poland I live in Poland I live in Poland I live here, here, here, here All-night shops with milk Im looking and cant believe what I see Angry crowd attempts to lynch this scared man Death penalty they yell, as if its fun Again, the morning trains Im looking at all these uniformed freaks Have you ever been to our train station during night Its so filthy and ugly that your eyes want to burst out out Poland I live in Poland I live in Poland I live here, here, here, here
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 09:53:10 +0000
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