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Tłumaczenie Jacek Trojanowski


Bullets not words

70 years was not that long ago
back then there too was a broadcast on the radio
drunk with lethal gas
smothered piece by piece
killed individually en masse
black and blue from nazi nightsticks
the rhyme came today to me:
I have a dream! I have a dream!

[We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal – excerpt from „United States Declaration of Independence” from „I Have A Dream” public speech by M.L.King Jr.]

Third Reich,   South Africa apartheid
The same game has been played
Another sea boat sinks
Another faceless emigrant
Political pigs devour success
No one remembers the face,
No one recalls the name

Bullets not words
Freedom of move! Freedom of move!
Bullets not words


Misogyny

Thousand years of bloody history
Religion the face of suppression
Woman’s body a battlefield
Of exploitation and oppression

Ch:
He who defends wickedness is not right
Whether it’s a pope an imam or a rabbi
No mercy for criminals
with a gun in your holster
Not for self-defense
But in the name of god
Kill the woman
The worst foe

Your body is your temple
Not the cathedral the mosque or the synagogue
Your body is your thing
Not the official’s or the messenger’s of god

He who defends wickedness is not right
Whether it’s a pope an imam or a rabbi
No mercy for criminals
with a gun in your holster
Not for self-defense
But in the name of god
Kill the woman
The worst foe
it is time to end
the religious misogyny
tear off hangman’s head
time to liberatey


Working clas

   Another day without a glass of water
Prohibition to cool down
noise of words and thoughts die down
Eye shuts the dialogue goes out..
My gal pals from the plant
Share bread at lunchtime
They can’t afford two
Crumbs in the tear of life..
Night shift and the morning shivers
Franz Kafka’s trial I do not believe
get paid to snitch get stabbed when in debt
Factories in workers’ hands…
Not every truth is self manifest
That the enemy is the national socialist
That the management board
rules and controls the payoff ..

It is hard to live off of a handout
Spring summer fall and wintertime
a ministry is not involved
dead silence on the telephone…
a democracy a participation
in front of the office demonstration …
But the prime minister is not home
out on holiday, he’s playing football..

my eyes look and I don’t see where
train station at 4 AM
I sit confused after the night shift
Vodka and vinegar for breakfast to eat
I count the minutes in my dream I die
a cashier lady tears the old ticket stubs
a speaker roars the timetable amends
a wolf among human herd..
and when I think of pals from work
about the authorities out of control
then my blood boils
vodka is left as the only choice
I hate you sincerely anyway
two bottles instead of one today
Thirteenth day with no water
Fire instead of agreement
Words worth a life
A dialogue without food or drink
I would like you to know
that I love you so..

Lots of courage in life is needed
To renounce a piece of bread
To recognize evil through its works
To reach the very bottom
And that’s a truth not yet sold
Where there is no god there is no devil
And that’s a truth not yet sold
Where there is no god there is no devil
Where there is no god…

 

CLASS WAR IN BOOKSTORES
this is not sixty eight
not the street revolution
stones – the history’s weapon
the execution of democracy
the battle of eternal theories
the mind like a razor
in the carrion of hierarchy
a word is a poison of the regime

we batter with a poem
in the name of common cause
in the name of freedom & anarchy
in the open gates
of universities
in liberation
of Warsaw steelworks

it’s here
not in the streets
but in schools, academies and cafeterias
in the fuckin cultural buildings
a class war in bookstores

and here we agree
to fuck up the system
we are the final resistance!
we are the final fucken resistance!

METHODS
I shut my mouth, I don’t confess,
the official is tearing another document
an open debate with citizens
the police batter with truncheons at the march
arresting my friends as they’re illegal
disobeying power and too radical
I scream my name from the crowd
state violence – family violence!

Ch:
I know these methods, recognize them
they wake me up at night and mess up with my day
every day I wake up at 3 am
and smash a bottle of vodka against the wall
I run forward, do not know where
believe me I didn’t want to lie to you

I’ve read in the press about arrests
and that freedom is at risk
nobody remembers March and August
my friend was cursed at work
how to escape the Marlow’s hell
evicted woman is screaming for help
how to exist in this nostalgic place
where they arrest more activists

I know these methods, recognize them
they wake me up at night and mess up with my day
every day I go to bed at 3 am
I print and put up posters on the wall
I run forward, know where exactly
Believe in ourselves and unite!

COMMITEES
I read newspaper and I can’t believe
in the sense of political alliances
there is turmoil in the parliament
is tea better or coffee during the break
deputies’ opinions are split
the projects of laws are ready to read
I ask my comrades what the fuck is goin’ on
and I feel resistance is being born in our hearts

Ch:
set up committees – act together
the power excludes – exclude the power
you want to vote – you make mistake
fire the government – stone the government

and I see the comrades from my neighbourhood are pissed of
an independent female activist stabbed in the cellar
the mayor escaped from city in advance
and anger is slowly rising inside us
they want to govern us at any price
but we are free and we rule ourselves
we decide about ourselves,
support each other and organize

Ch:
set up committees – act together
the power excludes – exclude the power
you want to vote – you make mistake
fire the government – stone the government

(firstly, all people are brothers <and sisters>
children of the same earth
and if everyone wants
in any way to turn against another man, comes at all of us! – Jacek Kuroń, March’68)

we will not give in to the terror of power
we will not give in

STREET FIRE
a cup of coffee in the used sink
a telegram in the letterbox, the author’s well known
writes about crisis and suspended salaries
a slice of bread for breakfast

I look into a mirror and I see many faces
I can sense what’s going to happen
Black Thursday and a coalition meeting
no agreement, full of ammunition

Ch.
fighting another day in the street fire
tanks enter the capitol city
someone set himself on fire for a just cause
the fuckers at the power are gone for a coffee

JUNE’56
let’s burn police stations not candles
police brutality behind the curtain of silence
a son and a daughter betray their father
police shoot the black in may
empty houses, clenched fists
Poznan June fifty six!

free Poland – with no borders
deportation in a sack for no reason
fake stuff – you pay two hundred
urban jail – summer in the city
truncheons in their hands – water cannons ready
august agreements are signed!

autumn has come, they intern activists
today someone excuses himself in a court
that’s because of such times, such doctrine
a windowpane broken in the bank
the protest in Seattle wasn’t a myth
the chief choked with a manger

in winter I’m searching for a warm shelter
homeless citizen goes to jail
families cry at secret funerals
starving people jump from the windows
army shoots without a verdict
shipyard workers in December’70

A TALE
1/
state of law, a constitution
hierarchic order of the end
a king hasn’t died – revolution
the ardent Vendetta
a parliament is burning, stones are thrown
manufactories stopped at dawn
every prison is open
no-one at the power’s manger
offices stopped working
panic broke out in the army
accused ceased to testify
police reports quietened down
soldiers started to retreat
guards abandoned borders
masons stopped building
executioners deserted death

Ch.
and there are no mothers crying
there is no blood at the Olimpic Games
nobody shot Giuliani
someone lied in an interview
and the words got stuck in his mouth
like wheels in a gully
the priest has blessed
and asked for health…

2/
all wars stopped
the world’s conflicts quietened down
cashiers abbandoned their posts
miners finished their shifts
parties were expelled from their residencies
banks and showrooms closed
power stations switched off
the parliament was burnt
all corporations collapsed
there weren’t the left and the right
the king didn’t arrive for the coronation
male and female workers
there was no water in the pipes
newspapers stopped being printed
traces on the city walls
the rich started fencing

Ch.
3/
I turn my back to the police cordon
I have bloody tears in my eyes
when the brave police at night
torture you like dogs
there is no consent for violence
for talks full of hate
for fascists marching across the city
for a church-secular plot
we organize ourselves
with no state control
we decide on our own
with no bribery and lying
and another world is possible
with no self-burning
this system is defective
it’s time to break the silence

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