WHO ARE YOU? – WHITE & RED (PUNCH CUT)

[HOOK – rapid fire]
Who are you?
— White and red.
Where you from?
— From ground that bled.
What language you speak?
— The one not dead.
What color you stand in?
— The one I’m in.
[BRIT – sharp]
Who are you when the sirens cry?
When steel rains down from a burning sky?
What did your bloodline die to defend?
Was it just survival — or something bigger than?
What flag you wave when the pressure’s real?
Is it fabric — or forged in steel?
[POLE – rapid punches]
What flag? White and red — stitched with scars.
White for honor — we carry ours.
White like the eagle, crown held high.
Peace in the symbol — but don’t ask why.
Red for blood — not metaphor talk.
Red for streets where tanks would walk.
Red for Warsaw standing bare.
Red for “we’re still here.”
That cloth ain’t cotton — it’s coded loss.
Threaded with cost.
Threaded with frost.
[BRIT – pushing]
Where were you when London shook?
When bombers turned the Thames to smoke?
When the sky was war — not blue?
Did your people push through?
[POLE – beat drops, faster flow]
303 — check the score.
Polish pilots in RAF war.
Kill ratio high per man deployed.
Not noise — documented and logged.
We didn’t borrow courage — we brought it.
Didn’t wait for thanks — we fought it.
White and red in British steel.
Locked the target. Made it real.
Outnumbered? Fine.
Outmatched? Doubt it.
If fear showed up — we routed it.
[BRIT – breathless]
You saying you carried weight?
[POLE – punchline stack]
Carried shells up Monte’s height.
Cassino burned red that night.
Wojtek the bear in uniform line.
Ammo on his back — that’s frontline.
Not folklore hype.
Not studio lies.
Archive truth in black and white.
Ask yourself — who held the wing
when freedom hung by a fragile string?
[HOOK – heavier, chant style]
Who are you?
— White and red.
What does white mean?
— Honor ahead.
What does red mean?
— Blood we shed.
What language you speak?
— The one not dead.
[BRIT – final jab]
So you proud of the color you claim?
[POLE – controlled dominance]
Proud — ‘cause I know the cost of collapse.
Proud — not loud for claps.
Proud ‘cause history doesn’t bend
for trends.
White and red — not a threat.
Just a debt we won’t forget.
If we didn’t stand wing to wing,
maps might sing a different thing.
Not just us. Not just you.
Together — that’s what pulled it through.
[OUTRO – unified tone]
Who are you?
A nation tested.
Where you from?
From ground unrested.
White — honor.
Red — price.
We stood once.
We’d stand twice.