Road
The old man drove FSO
As long as possible
Nysa Star Żuk Jelcz
Had four part stores
Rusty wrecks is all now
Ruins of a past civilization
Forgotten by the old
Not known by the young
An unknown commune
Of dead legends
Flooded by water
Eaten by corrosion
The battle is over now
The dusts fell on the ground
I wish we’ll meet again
On road to Starachowice