Where is she today?
Where there's a sand pit today.
Tomorrow the bread will never grow again.
No ode can contact us
No 1 will sing joyfully
Fools will just walk
After tares and weeds
♪ They'll be unusual to tell ♪
Those who return to the country from the city
Perz will stick to the roots
In Poland, abandoned land
And to the blood they will fight
What any next day In the Darkness
In a nest on a Polish oak
The black eagle is going to snap.
When he wants him out of here like an enemy
An angry motion to scare individual away
Where there's a sand pit today.
Dreams won't decision us anymore
Because there will be no Polish speech
And there will be no Polish soul
The hard word will be the ridges
The enemy was bending us to the ground
It's gonna hurt more and more.
A spike in the heart of Polish wine
Free Poland will not come back
The traitors have a grim vision
Who Judas was to Poland
It's just... the shame of the rope!
