They were frightened to death...
In barracks surrounded by barbed wire...
Though the large planet war,
After consuming millions of innocent victims,
It was over slowly,
And a planet free of Nazism became...
On the outskirts of the Czech Republic,
Away from the theatre of war action,
Away from the judgement of the civilized world,
The large human drama was about to play...
For hundreds of innocent women,
Horrible days in the camp topped,
There was to be death in the cruel torments,
The surviving without mercy was to be burned...
According to the powerful SS-men of the will,
To cover our tracks,
Burned by a merciless fire,
The next day, they were going to say goodbye...
They were frightened to death...
Having lost the last, even the least hope...
In the vast dark barracks of the abyss,
By the angry SS-man screaming,
In a stinking barracks locked,
They were about to say goodbye to their lives...
When the iron bolted,
Animal unspeakable fear,
In each, without exception, he appeared eyes,
To paint on a skinny face...
The ubiquitous spirit in the barracks,
He wouldn't let me get any air,
A violent pain pierced the head,
She wouldn't let distracted thoughts choice up...
A violent pain pierced the heart,
Each of the hundreds of defenseless women,
He was pounding in his young breast like crazy,
Each 1 failed cold afterwards...
They were frightened to death...
Crying quietly 1 by the another crammed...
In my last life,
With large inexcusable regret, they mentioned,
Like hell with human hands,
Robbed from youth years ago, they hit...
Like German criminal expeditions,
Violence from household homes ripped out,
Dragged by sadistic camp guards,
The mockery and harassment shortly became a target...
Every day, beaten in the face,
By the SS with hatred overcrowded,
They experienced inhuman contempt
And animals of human nature...
Still brutally beaten and humiliated,
Out of woman's dignity, ruthlessly detestable,
From then on, they were just a number.
In the mass death of a hell factory...
They were frightened to death...
Confused with his cruel ruthless fate...
In a skewed barracks,
Out of exhaustion, hiding on my feet,
The exhausted fell on the face,
Unable to stand by...
When tears ran out of tears,
Physically and mentally exhausted,
Waiting for his life to end,
The only thing they've always cried without a voice...
Leaking gasoline canisters,
Set along the camp barracks of the wall,
They were expected to be a weapon of execution.
So many innocent lives...
An SS-man threw a match,
For a camp barracks filled with gasoline,
Hundreds of women were killed,
In terrible torments they were all to die...
They were frightened to death...
When the real miracle saved their lives...
Their tears moving down their cheeks,
They saw angels faithful to God from heaven,
And the Almighty Creator was about to beg,
To die in torment, he wouldn't let them...
And looking down from heaven, God is merciful,
Having mercy on helpless women,
Inspired the hearts of partisans from the far forest,
Hero soldiers of the Świętokrzyska Brigade...
And on that day, memorable on Czech soil,
Firm, undefeated Polish guerrillas,
My own life on the line,
The real miracle they did...
Strongly defended concentration camp,
Assured by their troops,
Without anyone's help,
Taking hundreds of SS men to guerrilla captivity...
Heroic assault of the Świętokrzyska Brigade...
For thousands of women he was a freedom...
The heavenly man of angels like,
The fearless Świętokrzyska Brigade came,
To the hated enemy's plans to thwart
And among the Nazis, the fear of fear...
The tradition of Polish weapons is unwavering,
The boastful cards of Polish faithful history,
The fearless Świętokrzyska Brigade came,
Panic in the camp triggering an alarm...
Brave from the east assault,
Surprised the frightened German crew,
From the captured guerrilla rkm series,
The loud from the distance echoed...
To this 1 of the most beautiful cards,
In the long past of Polish weapons,
She wrote down the integrity of the guerrillas.
Breaking down a long-standing captivity...
Heroic assault of the Świętokrzyska Brigade...
Scared the arrogant SS of the crew...
The sounds of fighting from afar,
To the ears of tormented women,
In this terrible long uncertainty of a moment,
With a spark of hope in my heart...
To regain your longed-for freedom,
Getting free of the cursed stripes,
Marrying the hated gate camp,
Falling into the arms of a longing loved one...
Though they did not dare to believe in salvation,
This unexpected truly came,
Along with the bravado of Polish guerrillas,
Their hot prayers were answered...
Now the beating of partisan rifles,
In a bolting iron latch,
"He has beheld their eyes with tears of happiness,
The joyous whispers of dry lips broke out...
Heroic assault of the Świętokrzyska Brigade...
On that day, it was a large success...
Great gate of barracks balanced,
They opened with a protracted moose,
Revealing the sight of horror,
Grabping a hard soldier's heart...
Their dirty, worn-out women's faces,
At the same time, the fresh air blew,
♪ With a small grin on them ♪
Appreciated by falcon guerrilla sight...
And they saw with their tearful eyes
Polish nonviolent guerrillas,
Undefeated and fearless,
Of the hearts of angels with the goodness of the filled...
For hundreds of women destined to die,
Polish guerrillas on Czech soil,
They proved to be a dreamy rescue,
By writing a world-famous card...
- I'm sorry. A poem written for the celebration of the eightyth anniversary of liberation by the troops of the Świętokrzyska NSZ Brigade of the German concentration camp for women in Holýšov, Czech Republic on 5 May 1945.
Soldiers of the Świętokrzyska NSZ Brigade and a group of released prisoners from the concentration camp in Holýšov (Source Wikipedia).
