very strong, I am from Czech Republic and it brings back memories from communist days. Fabulous video as well. The flour is white, the knife is clean ...
My rough translation into English is as follows: They forbade Wojtek to write poems They forbade Wojtek to sing They put Wojtek in a psychiatric They stick him an injection for dinner I saw Wojtek on the square of freedom He sat huddled in pajamas In the hands holding the bloody knife He was staring at stains of blood White walls, chair, bed And outside the window they go in circles White walls, white meadows Girls plait wreaths
Wojtek no longer will sing songs They stiched the shirt for Wojtek Wojtek no longer will write poems They nailed the coffin for Wojtek For him they lighted a candle of liberty in the white coffin Quiet appeared in the room around The wind stirred the curtains White walls, chair, bed And outside the window they go in circles White walls, white meadows Girls plait wreaths
Hmm, chyba to był 89 rok, kiedy pierwszy raz usłyszałem ten utwór. Impreza plastyków, po tym kawałku uśmiechy opadły...Potem Sex Pistols nas obudził...Puszczane z kaseciaka. Ehh to se ne wrati
I had the pleasure of seeing Holy Toy live in the summer of 1985. It opened my ears and my mind for other music than what I used to listen to before that. I was 21 years old. I will never forget that for as long as I live.
