WE WERE A large AND FREE NATION...

We were...

Memory is needed – memory and conscience

To build in the name of your God

We were the large and Free Nation.

We'll cross the Red and Blue Seas

We're gonna bleed out that poison that enslaves us.

And we will stand around parent strong with the Spirit

And again, it will be the Brightest of Commons.

God and Honor and Homeland present like a fragile host

We cry... we pray... we sweat...

Our nest where the Eagles will emergence again into the sky

And where the bones of our fathers buried in darkness

Like a rotten miracle in our land

We will lift from the cut in the mediate of Europe

God’s Law The Meaning of Love Solidarity in Faith

And praying like a verbel in a lying world

It will awaken people's hearts with its native father

So that the dead of our brethren may no more wander

Through Katyn Volyn Smolensk like boneworms

And never again did Polish Eagle with a broken wing

He didn't die in a abroad land without heaven of freedom

So we request to remember what hurts like a wound.

Bitter fact and courage to point out Judas

When crossing the forests of Polish crosses goes to the Homeland

Where the tree and the cord of judgement declare

We're getting cold feet...

And we're utilized to enslavement

A lie that doesn't hurt anyone.

The mountain of bones is increasing in the dumpster of history

Shameful and Unwelcome Conscious Consciousness of Slavery

We're willing to be quiet.

Because it hurts erstwhile you pull a firm chain

We don't request Honor Pride and Dignity

And strength and greatness of Polishness and Spirit...

It doesn't hurt to have traitors in our house.

Naïveness is like a pill that relieves pain

Nobody stabs us in the ribs.

And you can't hear the sinister whistling of enemy bullets

The plane under Smolensk is increasing into our memory

And rust slow consumes courage and valour

And we're little and little overwhelmed by that consciousness.

A terrible infection called a curse!

Which, for years, has enslaved us to death

And which is inactive circulating in our Polish blood

Forgive us, Lord God, that Pole from Poland

In the name of foolish freedom, present he publically mocks

From Your Cross and our defeat and bondage

Once dressed in red blue robes

Forgive us this blindness and this small spirit

We can't see the chain and the grate...

At your club...

Today I pray only with bitter silence

Take it, Lord Jesus, erstwhile I miss the words

The wound in me was black and empty

And even though the fools do not feel much anymore

I have forgiven the villains long ago in your name

To the left and right, you justice them, Lord.

When they come and stand on the brink of death

And they will call impatiently for your call.

Fall in me with shell and fog

A darkness that lies a long cool shadow

I leave the sound of the planet behind silver doors

And I wrap the soul of the forest with green silence

And I ask you to contact me with your hand

And he returned to balance over the abyss of the world

A fistful of words like ash fly in time

In symbols and dates written in our lives

Murderers in fashionable suits of democracy

They delete the 5th commandment in Decalogue

I'm asking where the limit of human madness is.

How will God answer this inhuman question?

So I come to you with my helplessness

With silence and fear...and a wound of conscience

With prayer this conversation at your knees Christ

To be touched in despair by the grace of comfort...