Brothers of the Second Line!
Drill, drill, drill with me
Tunnel's cold, but we'll be fine
Chill, chill, chill with me
Down and down into the sand
Bore the tunnel just as planned
Under buildings old and new
Under First Line tunnels too

Born in the land of the star and crescent moon
Raised to the sound of an Oriental tune
Now we are here on Polish soil
To dig and dig underground
Come on brothers, make some sound

I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole

The sunlight will not reach this low
To the metro line
Neither will the blue moon glow
Trains won't fly so high
When the daily work is done
Eat some kebap, have some fun,
Drink some tea and go to sleep
Dreaming of the tunnel deep

Born far away, grown at the Antalyan shore
Now working in Poland, with people messy to the core
Faced us on the battlefield and earned our respect
But every step they make delay
There's no schedule that can stay

I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole

I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole

Born in the land of the star and crescent moon
Raised to the sound of an Oriental tune
Now we are here on Polish soil
To dig and dig underground
Come on brothers, make some sound

I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole

I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
I am a Turk and I'm digging a hole
Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole