Sługi za szlugi [English translation]

Servants are sitting, smoking fags, they have no conscience,

so many people, good people, they hold them with their heavy hand.

Hey brothers, Russians, what was your fault,

were it those fags or those servants that did harm to you?

Does anybody still write peoms in the homeland of Pushkin,

when for money, the attackers are puffing out their rocky chests?

And don't say that earlier you were on your knees,

'cause then we would need to ask you what were you doing there.

Russians, Russians, my Russians,

a brave nation but they're afraid of the authority.

When you were drunk and shooting at the plane,

sellouts from Brussels were ordering their dinner.

We, Poles of a hundred hangovers, we are away from this now

and those who were above us took back what they said.

Wake up, brothers, sing with us,

don't give your soul to the sellouts of solid steel.

Russians, Russians, my Russians,

a brave nation but they're afraid of the authority.

Why were you drunk and shooting at the plane,

servants for fags, ready to burn the world down.

• Artist:Maciej Maleńczuk
• Album:Yugopolis 2