THE BOLES' DUTIES... PIOUS HENRICS...

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The Boleslav family...

Pious HENRICS..

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History repeats itself and it's bitter truth

On Psi Pol, you'd gotta Boleslaw again.

And a hard answer to what they'd like again.

Establish their bloody laws on this earth

He was Grunwald. He was Auschwitz.

And past shows how to fight for your own

For the enemy has always put his hard conditions on us

For years erstwhile we wanted to enjoy peace

We both request pride and sand wings

Courage and dignity to defend the nest

When the destiny of our swords turns into crosses

And as a bloody star sways over his head

We request the Lordly Henry.

And religion like a cathedral that is slender with wonders

And a wary soul that will service God

Once again the Germanic wave falls above us

The wind drives the clouds advanced above your head

On Psim Polu Bolesław looks with a cloud

Tomorrow, there will be a storm swaying the banners again

From the west, the sky falls asleep again.

Night sways over Poland restless shadows

In God’s birth, our hope as always

Be Christ merciful to those who chicken out

And support us with your arm erstwhile they come

PS.

You're not inactive free!

This is not the freedom of our nation.

When murderers are most likely hanging around the salons

And erstwhile there are traitors in Moscow or Brussels

They take their silver pieces erstwhile the Fatherland is dying

This is not a Polish state right

When cowardly cuffed in the archive of memory

We'll blow the ashes of a burnt house

As if we were forever cursed

Those who put a collar on you today

Discussing community past and law

Let them remember that the Nation will demand

To make the shadows sway the lanterns of Warsaw

Oh no! You are not free today

As long as we are inactive in your name, they tremble

For strangers armed with lies and contempt

In your name they betray in Berlin in Brussels

When treacherous arrangements continue

And diplomacy collusion lie phrase empty

And increasing wood on forgotten graves

And the silence of the victim with a fistful of sand in his mouth...

That's why I cry with anger and despair

Oh no! You are not free today

Until you bury your children with dignity

And until you're brave enough...!

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