Though the nations of the planet today,
They rejoice in their past with glorious cards,
These are us ordinary, grey Poles,
The pride of our past is in our blood,
It's our home history,
In the stormy youth of the following years,
They've penetrated deep into each of us.
By influencing all single 1 of us...
The boastful cards of Polish history,
No 1 can take distant their uniqueness,
No substance how they try,
Uncounted lies and vile slanders,
The boastful cards of Polish history,
For hundreds of years for centuries of space,
Subsequent generations of patriots shaped,
In the hard times of the nation, the hearts were strengthening...
At the beginning of the Duchy of Gniezno, the main occupations,
The greats were celebrated for their valour,
With an eternal enemy crossing his weapons,
Rejecting enemy raids effectively,
As in the fields under Cedinia,
When seeing the armies of their pogroms,
Margaria Hodon has been disgraced,
To triumph Prince Mieszko...
And he came upon them in a legend clothed,
The mighty king of the celebrated Krak,
When the uncounted confederate invaders,
They fell under his shining sword with blows.
And the legend of Princess Wanda,
Finding a reflection in the stories of the people,
To the comfort of future generations of hearts,
The chronicler was recorded with a pen...
Once upon our vast lands,
In the fog of memory,
In the very beginning of Christianity,
The conversion of thousands of Gentiles begins,
The Christianization Mission of St. Wojciech,
With the slow run of the next years,
By pulling our ancestors from the snares of paganism,
She opened their hearts to a spiritual world...
And for so many centuries of space,
Many Polish saints and blessed,
Priests faithful to God,
Godly, hardworking monks,
With their regular deeds,
Taking care of the poor, the poor,
Proclaiming persistently the words of the Gospel,
They tried to make the planet a better...
And sprouted in the hearts of the Poles of Faith,
With virtues of devotion, faithfulness, valor,
In terrible, uncertain times,
By making our ancestors guardians of Christianity,
And our wonderful Polish knighthood,
Faithful to their Christian ideals,
Resisted Tatar invasions
And hostile pagan peoples...
And our glorious winged husaria,
By developing further attacks,
In the fields of Kircholm, Kushin,
On the pages of history,
In the course of the next years,
When Poland is under partition,
On the battlefields of the next uprisings,
The next generations of patriots inspire...
About the boastful cards of Polish history,
They attest to countless graves,
Sometimes a moss entirely covered,
Sometimes hidden in the cemeteries of the deep,
Who have sacrificed their lives,
In the fields of large battles with the Bolsheviks of war,
With all their superhuman strength,
To keep communism from spreading...
The boastful cards of Polish history,
The celebrated airmen wrote down their successes,
By beating planet records on their machines,
Without always coming down from the front pages of the press,
When the full world,
She impressed the Polish method thought,
And the self-sacrifice of the armed army,
The blasts of neighbouring totalitarianism awakened...
They wrote a glorious communicative about our country,
In the battlefields of the September campaign,
Undefeated Polish soldiers,
With a marked superhuman effort,
Self-sacrificingly stopping hostile attacks,
Effectively delaying the German column march,
Towards his beloved Homeland of the Heart,
A Warsaw bathed in raging fires...
The boastful cards of Polish history,
Their self-sacrifice was well recorded,
The steadfast Polish guerrillas,
To bring death to a hated enemy,
When our large National Army,
In many battles, battles and ambushes,
A large deal of failure to Germany,
Bite the hated occupier...
And for centuries of space,
Many dedicated historians,
Writing his books,
After all, with careful efforts,
He dreamt secretly to his works,
Despite decades,
They shaped another generation of patriots,
And their strong patriotism was Poland...
So we have the right to our heroes,
Like children to their colorful dreams,
To the pride of their large deeds,
In the centuries-old past of shadow.
And no 1 can teardrop patriotism out of our hearts,
Loves of the beloved Homeland wounded,
We shall cultivate our pride,
For all century!...
