Karol Nawrocki president of Poland!
Out of thousands of throats a scream carries,
In the shadow of an arousing large emotion,
Occupied sometimes in happiness tears...
The last votes have already been counted,
Official messages have been received,
It's all tied up,
All we gotta do is enjoy!
Indescribable joy,
She has visited all Polish corners,
In large cities neighborhoods and tiny villages,
In the blocks, houses and rectory...
And in overflowing infirmary wards,
The angels scattered the crumbs of happiness,
In the hearts of millions of Poles came Hope,
The patriot army has triumphed!
Karol Nawrocki president of Poland!
When the authoritative results went down,
The dreams of millions have come true,
Hidden in the hearts of the deep.
And my large dream came true,
My hidden prayers have been answered,
I'm a happy man,
And I want to share my happiness with the full world!
Soon a prominent historian,
As the next happy days go by,
He's about to sit at the Presidential Palace,
Taking the control of the Homeland into his hands,
And knowing the glory of our history,
Faithful unbreakable ancestry of tradition,
As a peculiar office over the years,
He will lead us to a glorious future...
Karol Nawrocki president of Poland!
The kind we've all been waiting for,
The kind of thing you're squinting about.
We prayed to God silently,
Queen of all the teachings of History
Her faithful son,
The burial of the victims of Volyn will take care of,
He'll never forget about those murdered at the ends!
Great heroes of the September Campaign
Over the years, the next 1 will be honored
And revealing the tablets to them,
He will make many heartbreaking speeches...
The Heroes of the Cursed Soldiers,
He will unveil further monuments on Polish soil,
For never laying down a gun,
He'll thank them in elaborate words...
Karol Nawrocki president of Poland!
Millions of people trusted him,
For nothing were the lies of the streams,
The slanders of manipulation,
Like all Poland long and wide,
From the Hel Peninsula to the peaks of the Tatra Mountains,
Each of us in our heart,
Covering her idealized image,
Without hesitation, he went to vote,
Knowledge of the interior voice of conscience,
He wasn't discouraged by a media chase,
Persistent tests of constant detestation,
Because on that day over the ballot box,
Everyone counted the voice,
A cross with a certain hand,
The symbolic was a premium for the better tomorrow...
Karol Nawrocki president of Poland!
The cheers of the exulted crowds,
Chaos relations of subsequent journalists,
They intertwin with world-wide congratulations.
And everywhere that wonderful atmosphere was raised,
Which she witnessed involuntary
Some have been shed by a tear
Before she vanished into thin air.
And the constant common congratulations,
♪ Happy people grin ♪
And all this is like a beautiful dream,
Which no of us want to wake up from.
And we inactive can't believe
That this beautiful dream of patriots has come true,
It was worth waiting so many months, weeks,
So our efforts will be rewarded!...
