Ida wygnancy, smierci korowodem
Gorzysta droga, wsrod Kosowa wyzyn
Ida bez powrotu, lzami znaczac droge
I wzgorkami grobow bez krzyzy!
Dzieci bez matek, kobiety zgwalcone
Za nimi dymia zgliszcza, ich spalonych domow
I zbeszczeszczone zwloki ojcow, mezow, braci
Wsrod Dantejskiego piekla ogromu.
A ja siedze bezsilny, przy telewizorze
Patrze na te biede, na ludzkie cierpienia
Okrucienstwa ludzi ich wlasnych sasiadow
I przywoluje dawne, "warszawskie" wspomnienia.
Widze zwloki rozstrzelanych kolegow z mojego podworka
Czuje swad plonacego, rodzinnego domu
I widze sznury pedzonych kobiet, starcow dzieci
Z warszawskiego powstania ogromu!
A ty Panie, gdzie jestes i gdzie byles wtedy?
Gdy me siostry i bracia, tam, konali z glodu?
Wtedy w Warszawie, a teraz w Kosowie
Boze, spojrz na cierpienia Twego swiata ludow.
Pol wieku uplynelo, wszystko sie powtarza
Niewinnych ludzi, cierpienia sie mnoza
Auschwitz i Dachau, Bosnia i.... Kosowo
Panie, nie pozwol mi zwatpic w Twoja milosc Boza!
Houston 4/10/99 3:15 AM |
In Kosovo's highlands, an endless procession
Thousands of victims, walk a road of death
Driven from their homes by fear and oppression
Walk to nowhere, no water, no rest
The road is endless, no milestones, no aims
Yet, they keep walking, forced by terror, by fears
Their path is marked only, by unfinished graves
by victims' stains of blood and so many tears
Beaten and raped women, children with no mothers
Behind them, smoldering ruins of their homes
Desecrated bodies of husbands and fathers
And piles of human skulls and bones..
I'm here, sitting helpless, watching television
seeing thousands of people - suffer so much pain
Terror - stricken faces, small kids marked for death..
Warsaw's old memories pop in my mind - again
I remember bodies of my little friends, shot by nazis
Ruins and burned streets of Warsaw - real "Dante's" Hell
See hundreds of women and children run for slaughter
and old people begging for their lives - in vain
Oh, Lord where are you now, when Kosovo burns?
Where have you been when Warsaw perished - then?
When my sisters and brothers everywhere were dying?
Please, oh Lord, is my prayer really - just in - vain?
Fifty years passed - yet history returns - again
First, it was Auschwitz and Dachau, Bosnia, and Kosovo are now
Ethnic cleansing, genocide start to reign
Oh, Lord, please do not let your suffering people - down!
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