A knock on the door, on his face you could see the pain Not a chance for goodbye, as they led him away Detained with the others, who knew not of their fate The minute so soon, yet the hour so late Into the forest, in the files they marched to their end Stolen their lives, never to see their loved ones again These hidden secrets, lie buried in the woods Victims of a time, that no one understood
The baby is crying, as the clutches her mothers' breast She hasn't seen her father, since the day that he left Never would she know, the father she loved so much She weeps of his memory, mother weeps of his touch In the forest, the forest of sorrow Roam their souls wandering amongst the hollows In these soils, these bloody soils of pain Your bones lie with your photos, your uniform is stained
They threatened the people, they made them be silent They knew the truth, yet they kept it inside them People threatened by a terror regime No one dares speaks of the victims of KatyńTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
