FOR erstwhile POLAK IS THERE
He won't be a brother...
If we don't realize the essence of the Nation
No 1 can make America over the Vistula
Because erstwhile the Pole is not a Polish brother
Then we'll be in the collars forever.
Today we fight carelessly for no of our business
It's not our homeland.
In the dark night of history, Volyn's ashes shine
Among the phantoms at the ends and whispers of Judas
We must dig the fact out of trodden graves
Without fact and Conscience, the Homeland will not rise
Faith and Justice and the Power of the Spirit
It's our freedom. Our most crucial task.
Today, aliens give Polish dirty cards
The past of captivity teaches us nothing
Targowice plague fatal disease
And in the political swamp, a traitor to a drifter
Lawlessness and Injustice on the Platform
Not the Citizen's what the destiny of the Homeland drifts
We're inactive Rejtan's torn shirt.
We don't have a painful story.
And we're gonna conflict in collars forever.
Stars will only change colors
Under false heaven lies and mammons
Red golden or blue metaphor
