One eve I leave my village to walk that muddy trail Driven by curiosity I follow the way to the vale
I hear strange melodies in a tongue I can't understand Is this my final survey of being child to be a man?
Black blazes, hided faces Wearing dark robes and crosses around their necks Holding books in their hands to preach us their good word
Distrust your inner voices Aim the truth - ignore the choices Don't follow the words of false prophets
Year after year elapsed on our land Their words are not more than runes written in sand War and peace formed our behavior We don't believe in their sacred saviour!
Year after year elapsed on our land Their words are not more than runes written in sand War and peace formed our behavior and our independent realm!
Black blazes, hided faces Wearing dark robes and crosses around their necks Holding books in their hands to preach us their good word
I ran back to my parents to tell them what I saw Confused by all those treacherous psalms my mind begin to yaw
But then my father takes my hand and looks into my eyes And tells me from that ancient rhyme which helps us to denyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
