Though dark storm clouds,
Crossed by creaking lightning,
Our small homelands fell asleep,
A trailer as the misfortunes of many
And hostile raids with a ominous sign...
We have lechicka pride,
He keeps us up all night.
When she's severely offended by honor,
♪ Like a worm in the soul ♪
By making us scream at the full world...
The large battles of our weapons,
Today forgotten by time,
The large past of glorious cards,
Written all over the planet in chronicles,
To encourage us today...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
In the heart of the vast wilderness,
They're like the unparalleled forces of nature.
The violent hurricanes and the storms of the violent,
For for centuries
Many clashes with cruel Germans,
Destroyers were like hurricanes,
The Christian lechithic tribes invade...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
Lighting their faces with burning torches,
Like thunderbolts,
Those insolent sons of the night,
And their loving parent night,
Looking at their tenderly pagan dancing,
He offers his eyes to the tears of happiness,
So akin to falling stars...
When the world's past went up again,
And another happy day,
They'll take their time to embrace the next night,
By whispering only by the angels heard,
With my luck to share with them,
We arrogant of grandpa large grandpa Lechici,
We will stand by our history,
Faithfully guarding her boastful cards,
Which we will tell the planet about,
With all the details of the smallest,
About hostile countries of looting raids,
The bloodthirsty wars of beaten teams,
The pain and suffering of countless tears
And about Hope in Hearts
Without letting uncertainty fall...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
His natural pagan dance,
A tribute to centuries-old traditions,
Captivating the eternal laws of nature,
For what is ancient and present,
Holy forefathers dance hallowed,
That magical night, it came together,
Crossing each other...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
Holding hands in a large circle,
Ancient ancients, faithful guards,
At the same time, the silent guardians of the future,
A mysterious, wild, natural dance,
Shouting out their emotions to the full world,
By intertwining tradition into the destiny of successive generations,
By nurturing your ancestors' memory...
Though the large planet lies mighty,
Countless warnings of past never forget,
boasting his contempt for the past,
So arrogant and delicious,
Ancient ancients have nothing today,
We are among the tables set,
With honey, beer, and I ate all kinds,
Listening to the gray-haired old gibberish,
Delighted by the stories of past times,
We dream of the deeds of our ancestors worthy,
And erstwhile the moon rises full,
Among loud and loud singing
Entering the large wooden tables,
And centuries ago our ancestors,
To the prosperity of the days to come, we toast...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
With iron swords in the air,
In the silvery moon of mystery,
And dancing on the edges of their blades,
So as this moon shines,
Painted on the lake surface,
Their faces were filled with pride
From the past, the dust of forgetting over time...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
Throwing his iron hatchets to the sky,
Among the laughter of joy and loud,
In the chaotic dance of common banter,
To fall in dance tired
In the shadow of ancient trees,
Of the legends of ancient times,
Dream your long stories...
When the lying planet elites,
With our cunning promises,
They'll want to bribe us again.
For us to renounce our father's tradition...
We boldly answer them!
The arrogant sons and daughters of Lech,
There is no request for false designation in the world,
Silver or gold can't bring us together,
The buzz of mamona buy our respect,
Because our pride is more precious than anything!
Though the planet has been warned by the past,
Blinded by the illusion of modernity,
It seems to break your neck to rush,
We large ancestors of our fame,
We will never give up!
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
On the global scene of global politics,
Recalling the hurt of his old,
About the past of the unpaved wounds,
And the pagan dance of the arrogant Lechites,
The mighty of this planet with the hearts of the wicked,
In breakthrough times it seems to be
A informing shouted out to an invisible enemy...
The arrogant Lechites will dance again,
Like suspended in time and space,
Between the past smoldering in memory,
And the future moving in the days to come,
To the same pride and tradition,
Shaped for centuries by successive generations,
In the coming centuries,
What we have left behind was a priceless treasure...
Lestek the second Duke of Polan from the Piast dynasty
The deployment of people who talk the Lechite languages in the 10th century on the plan of modern borders.
