TO YOUTH ORLAW
If we are not free Poland
That's what we leave you with our guilt.
That there was not adequate courage and courage in us
That we have been nailed to traitors with a nail of ridicule
The time has come for the Young Eagles to fly
When in us the broken wings and the inability to doubt
You must lift your freedom to heaven
To return with the large grace of our salvation
Today we must kneel before God in humility
To ask forgiveness of parent at the Sharp Gate
For our dense past sins of neglect
To erase this shameful mark in our hearts
Accept our bitter wounded love
Our responsibility and home deficiency of heat... and bread
And our door open for the enemy to fire
It's like we don't request parent at home.
The time has come for the Young Eagles to fly
Raise Polish freedom with the wings of victory
Where the bones of our Fathers shine at night
In the suburbs of Europe, proofs of valor
If you yet beat the betrayal of infection
And the religion of our Fathers in our hearts will not pass away
God will guide you...and parent will support you.
God with you... fly to the sky... with Before Poland dies!
