I drew a line upon my time in Warsaw And I note a red line in the line of causes I used to be strange in the city I grew up in But a stranger in the one where my blood roots run
CHORUS Like a hole they fill you A hole- And you don`t know But all you wanna do is go home
It all begins once you cross the border Then you do it again, you do it again, once again, you do it again You change your name, then you make yourself shorter But the shorter you get the more you don`t fit in the door
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The the ones recognize you by slavic intonation Then the others recognize you by Western determination And you get so sick of all the adaptation And you draw a line upon your idea of a nation Nothing but a line of borders, God! But their living and dead memories, with no immunization At dawn they`ll make you remember who you are and who you`re not See, at dawn they`ll make you remember who you are and who you´re notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
