WHEN THE WAR IS BLOOD...
So many fools are traitors
He's suffocating his enslavement collars.
Fatal marketplace virus
Severe generation disease
Those who should defend the house
They sale honor and God
Because they've forgotten what Homeland is.
And a bloody road to freedom
A nation of ashes rose from the dead
He gave us the right to freedom
Hopes of Pride and Glory
Carrying the message of Solidarity!
Because the blood was written by signs
On Europe's roads of betrayal
To fulfill their will
And he defended the Nation from destruction
He raised the cross and the Polish word
Dignity and national pride
Because the Kraut taught us to be free
To make a saint a Polish word
So the hebrew doesn't compose us stories
And he did not defile our faith
Let the fact always ring
Cathedral bells and clocks
And let the prayers be as in the partitions
They'll be our weapon in a time of doubt.
Let Unity Always Be Powerful
Tomorrow, all generation...
And present the drama of Polish rations
Germanization hurts again.
Germanian anti-Polish servant
Leads Poland in the home of captivity
Humiliates pride and honor
A nation that gave him power
When He Leads Him to Slave
By lying and vile betrayal
And a vile word by a vile deed
The wounds of Poles this cursed game
When the emergence of Lying Dirty bayonet
To stab him in the President's back...
It's bitter fact and bitter words.
A nation torn apart by the illness of the spirit
Not the blood and crosses of our history
But mothers and traitors listen
But these crosses are like stubble.
That's what's so hard on them.
♪ To grow crosses again ♪
The time erstwhile the war will sow blood...
