VEL ROTTERMUND SYMBORIAN HISTORY
LENIN
That he led the wounded in the fight,
that the durability of the triumph was given,
for the coming ages
putting a strong foundation –
the grave in which this
new humanity Adam,
will be crowned with flowers
from planets not yet known today.
THE DAY
Another bell, a sharp bell in your ears.
Who's on the doorstep? What news, anyway?
I don't want to know. possibly I'm inactive in my sleep.
I'm not coming, I'm not beginning the door.
Is it the morning on the windows, the cold skin
Is it so blind that I look around in tears?
Is it the clock that's so full of seconds?
Is that my own heart drum playing?
Until no of you say the first words,
Uncertainty is hope, comrades...
I'm quiet. They know that what I do not want to hear—
I gotta read from my heads.
What order does he give us?
On the banners of the revolution, profile four?
– Under the banner of the revolution strengthen the guards!
Strengthen the defender at all gates!
This is the organization – the eyes of humanity.
This is the Party: the strength of peoples and conscience.
Nothing goes from his life to oblivion.
His party's taking the darkness.
Unrelented printing mark
The trembling of my writing hand will not pass on,
It won't hurt, the teardrop won't erase.
That's right. And that's even better.
Young People Building a fresh Hut
Who built the home I live in?
Who laid their work on the foundation?
The bricklayer, the thunder and the glass, and the carpenter
passed by human memory.
Class with memory bad – dies.
We choose a more faithful memory:
Alone as a book opens
in places most frequently read.
Today for you, with you, young ones,
The city's résumé begins.
Remember your names all day
He writes a word of admiration,
I'm recording your temper.
and incorporates into a beautiful calculation plan.
Because it's a working memory.
a working class servant.
At the bus station of Socialist Town
With asphalt and the will of a persistent
There will be a street width.
From bricks and arrogant courage
There'll be building heights.
Of iron consciousness
Bridge bays will rise.
With hope will be green trees
With joy – fresh white plaster.
Socialist City –
The city of good fortune.
No suburbs, no alleys.
In relationship with all man.
The youngest of the cities we have.
The oldest of the cities to be.
The youngest 1 for next day close.
The oldest 1 for next day is far away.
They hatred our coal.
They hatred our bricks and yarn.
They hatred what's already there.
They hatred everything that happens.
Our windows and flowers in the windows.
Our forests and forest silence.
Even spring, due to the fact that it's our spring.
Even schools with happy children.
They ripped the atom apart like armored money,
But they found nothing but fear in the register.
O, if they could, if they could with that fear
hit our houses and factories.
In our windows and flowers in the windows.
In our forests and forest silence.
Even in spring, due to the fact that it's our spring.
Even at school with happy children.
Oh, if they could, if they could... We know.
So our eyes are sharp.
So our hearts are unbreakable.
So we face fearlessly.
So our hands are invincible.
They hatred our coal.
They hatred our bricks and yarn.
They hatred what's already there.
They hatred everything that happens.
Our windows and flowers in the windows.
Our forests and forest silence.
Even spring, due to the fact that it's our spring.
Even schools with happy children.
They ripped the atom apart like armored money,
But they found nothing but fear in the register.
O, if they could, if they could with that fear
hit our houses and factories.
In our windows and flowers in the windows.
In our forests and forest silence.
Even in spring, due to the fact that it's our spring.
Even at school with happy children.
Oh, if they could, if they could... We know.
So our eyes are sharp.
So our hearts are unbreakable.
So we face fearlessly.
So our hands are invincible.
Here's the Polish Letter Nobel - "ROTTERMUND"
