May God lead you to the Prime Minister!
May God lead you, Mr. President!
And blesses on the way to the Free Country
So many cried for her during the enslavement
As strangers trampled on the sanctity of their fatherhood
When to this day a deadly marketplace disease
The Nation is reborn and threatened
And erstwhile traitors are born on stone
In the cradle of east and Western propaganda
When they play circular tables with a dirty card
Those who were to service a national origin
A Seym like an inn and a screaming argument
He became the laughing stock of a pundled Warsaw!
We don't request Hanukkah light in the dark.
Freedom and independency is our warrant
We will go with Pride God of Homeland and Faith
The Light of the Spirit of the Nation will be a signpost
May God lead you, Mr. President!
And blesses on the way to the Free Country
So many cried for her during the enslavement
As strangers trampled on the sanctity of their fatherhood
