WE'RE NOT GOING TO BE THE WEST OR THE WEST.

We're not going to be Parobsky.

East or West...

And although Yalta is poison in Europe

We won't be a partridge of the East and the West

Those who have tried to sale us for centuries

Let them remember the pride of the Polish Nation

Who never died before a tyrant's neck

And in which freedom lived like a candle in the darkness

When the wind of past threw bloody sand in his eyes

Though traitors have stabbed him in the back many times

Freedom in the Kremlin won't teach us...

Red is gone... blue is gone...

We weren't a dork in a red cradle.

And we will never be a servant in Berlin either.

But we will serve... fact and Hope

Honor will be like a shield of conscience

Homeland will always be large in our hearts

For God will lead us through the cross and suffering

To large Free Poland with love

From the tender prayers of the exiles... from the ashes of Volyn

With bones that shine in the darkness of Katyn Forest...

From the splinter on which the black blood of conscience flows

Because of our hard lie, confusing times

Through the Global Deviation of the Heart and Man

... . Faithfulness will be the force that will tell us.

To parent of Poland! who is inactive waiting for us with tears...