The hot heat of historia...
I trembled due to the fact that we're like the Gaza Strip
How akin to our destiny Polin
This continuous demolition of the Polish state
The Madness of hatred of the Enemy That Hurts
Absoluteness and Cruelty on the Way to the Purpose
The same hostility has consumed our freedom for centuries
A deadly cancer that poisons our blood
Still this national damn failure
Or possibly Polin will make us a Riviera.
And from the Tatras to the Baltic, hedonism beaches
With contempt we will look at the old days
With bitter awareness of the fraud of communism
It's the same architect, and that's erstwhile he planned it.
The Trim communicative has long been telling
But in the run for the future we don't remember
How propaganda and what national betrayal
Let's not look for the future behind Oder or Bug
Behind the large Water and in relationship with Judas
Freedom to build in our heart and conscience
In knowing the past of defense, what's ours
The ash of past is inactive hot
It's the fire of the fact of our identity.
And in it let us search the fire of our hope
And the force that ignites the flames of freedom!
