Here’s a rousing tune for a Saturday evening from Poland. Many thanks to Ava Lon for the translation, and to Vlad Tepes for the subtitling:
Transcript:
| 0:16 | Barbarians are coming, barbarians are coming | |
| 0:20 | Their stench will poison cities all across Europe | |
| 0:25 | Barbarians are coming, barbarians are coming | |
| 0:29 | Their paws will plunder, their feet will trample Rome | |
| 0:35 | But many say that this is just a rumor, | |
| 0:38 | under their rule you can live — they’re also human | |
| 0:43 | And their simplicity, healthy, hempen and ruddy | |
| 0:47 | will revive Rome sinking in boredom and stupor. | |
| 0:54 | Barbarians are coming, they spread like wildfire | |
| 0:57 | Their swords are ready to gut the Empire | |
| 1:02 | Their roar is causing terror, their names sound like “reek”, | |
| 1:06 | Attila, Odoacer, Witigez, Genseric. | |
| 1:12 | And in Rome they don’t wanna know which one is coming | |
| 1:16 | Rebellion won’t ignite in their drowsy thoughts | |
| 1:20 | So they’re spending days and nights on the breasts of courtesans | |
| 1:24 | or writing about love, but aren’t connecting dots | |
| 1:31 | Barbarians are coming, slant-eyed, terrifying | |
| 1:35 | Resistance quickly faints at the sound of their steps | |
| 1:39 | there’s no use fighting, help won’t come, stop crying | |
| 1:43 | You know that peace is always better than war threats | |
| 1:49 | So let’s caress our ears with elegant lyrics | |
| 1:54 | Or let’s believe in ghosts, witchcraft and a magic wand | |
| 1:58 | Let’s find our solace in eastern wisdom | |
| 2:02 | let’s create an astrological group with a karmic bond | |
| 2:06 | So, my brother Romans, let’s gaze at the stars, | |
| 2:10 | There our tribe can find our horoscope | |
| 2:14 | let’s track the constellations up in the skies | |
| 2:18 | if we can’t see our shame and don’t want to cope |
Great song! What’s the name of the group playing it?
‘Barbarzyńcy’ by Przemysław Gintrowski.