A BLACK RIVER

A BLACK RIVER

IN THE YEAR OF JANUARY INSURANCE

1863 - 2026

REMEMBER

HOW BARICADS

In the name of memory of those Poles

Those martyrs about the Polish cause

That's what Brother says!

Because our freedom is our right

'Cause we're inactive on the verge of fate.

♪ 'Cause the enemy ominously raises his head ♪

And scattered fathers ashes

The past of the wind in the planet carries

We're inactive in mortal trouble.

By rising blood in nights and days

And we compose the will of freedom

The ever-combined blood donation

Who's got his neck bent besides low

This guy can't see anything anymore.

Let's defend memory like barricades

Help us endure in the hope of God!

Katyn and Smolensk is simply a continuation

That victim and the enemies of conspiracy

The West as always stands with us

In diplomatic collusion

So our strength and our power

Memory of all Polish victim

Let all evening and all dawn

They support our Polish prayers

Let all traitor remember today

That the time will come for the court of the Nation

And no 1 can overstep weight anymore

Catch from the East or the West

TODAY WE MUST BE

SERVICES TO THE TRUTH

Don't ask if we needed the blood of the uprisings.

Was it a dream of madness or dreams?

Is that the whisper of a traitor's kiss of death

Was the Cross of Slavery and Tears needed

Because the blood and the crosses and the memory and the tears

This is our identity and our soul.

Kneel before this memory before the Cross of Homeland

May that memory of love make you

So I say to the Lord with assurance the bitter Polish prayer

Though it's hard for me to cry through the gag of censorship

Through the cold wall of contempt... through the cry of liars

Through the indifference of the planet and the trend of the economy

Our freedom like a wafer like a frail dream

Still broken in the name of Your Almighty Lord!

It's coming back to us.

Before our crosses and our hearts remain

So don't ask if we needed the blood of the uprising.

For it is upon her present that the consciousness of the Nation grows.

In the will of the victims and fighting

Burned by East and West Hatred

Today, as Norwid, we must be servants of the Truth.

And cry out for the fact that will set us free

Time for liars to stay under the ruins of history

It's a memory of the misfortune of defeat and captivity...

1863

Crying in past Covers

Forgotten January Days

1 8 6 3

Heavy leg chain

They'll run like a mad dog

In the Catastrophe Road

1863

Lean memory chapel

Where they stand in the rustler's bed

Every day Polish saints

1863

The grave of despair has fallen

Forgotten Motherland Boards

Weeded in dense terms

1863

The swayed long shadow of the gallows

Between the weeping windows

The Blind House

1863

The vile vindictive vindictiveness of the “Earth”

Black swallow of fear

From the enemy's hand

1863

Traugutt's tortured body

Polish dreams of ash

The tomb of the Warsaw homeland citadel

1863

Relative on the altar of Homeland

Turns into a miracle of survival

And it's leaking through the graves of generations with ideas

A resurrection!

S Y B I R A C Y!

I carry this memory and fear... and pain...

Long whistling and whistling balls

Suffering and Despair of Infirmity and Regret

Unfired Deadly Long

Snow curving deadly cold

And that inhuman animal hunger

The kibitki cheetah echoes

And the hope of next day like an icicle

Cattle wagon cattle right

Cattle life written bloodyly

Memory comes back like a whip

Like an unbroken prison grate

And the rebellion of broken infirmity and tears

Typhus fever fetor and lice

And the loneliness of the soul

Who will never contact anyone

The 1 that didn't heal till the morning.

Deep in the heart buried

And regret as a splinter in the heart

That our tormented thing

♪ Which covers the time that flows ♪

A river of suffering about Kolym

The Unfulfilled Dream of Freedom

And scattered relics of bones

Or our memory?

He'll stay at Golgot's bottom someday.

She murmurs on the cross in the silence of the rosary

A desperate request from an exile

Christ, do you see our torment?

Christ! Pull your hand out to us!

Mother! Shining in the Sharp Gate

Crush the executioners of the heart stone

It's just You will save us today

We'll keep begging, Mother.

Because erstwhile the Fatherland is in the grips of the enemy

We believe only in God's mercy

And your mother's intercession

That God may reverse this exile

Bitter awareness of loneliness

And a ruthless wall of silence

And cold silence at the hands... of the legs...

God’s Prayer to Blood

Polish Golgota cross put to us

And a bloody bandage of snow

And it's coming up step by step.

In the sound of the chain pains judgment

Where white purgatory makes us scarred

The price of betraying our homeland

Where are you Polish! Our homeland

We carry the mark of Judas

The Inhuman conviction of Inhuman Land

Save us, Christ! due to the fact that we're scared

The cold and the hunger of the enemies is vile

♪ And trampled on human dignity ♪

How many will come back?

Like a twisted bloody rosary

Which communicative follows us

♪ inactive in our tears ♪

Our longing for you!

Like the hunger that comes back in the thought of bread

What remained in the cross's arms

Time wiped their names

For so many centuries, our curse

And the continuing cruelty

In Czarski’s judgments and uprisings

Long fatal period

Then 2 beasts without mercy

A mortal dance in the name of freedom

And the genocide of Satan's sign

Katyn and Volyn rotting wound

And bitter crematoria

It's Polish Christ with a wound in his side!

And bitter Polish folk fruit

Red Star conviction Raw

The ellipse of past keeps turning

And the destiny of a nation like a bone

For which “the” and “the” fight

Who is inactive attracted to the odor of blood!

And you, Father, only in dreams

In the pain of longing and tears

They're after you! Polish waited!

Carrying you in the heart of the Sibir

In the sound of the kibits in the sound of the chain

They carried by the Purgatory of the Polish Spirit

Broken wings of Polish freedom

They shine by the roads of their bones.

They are Sibiracs in the heart of the Nation

The painful splinter of the East Golgot!

The blood written in the way of martyrdom

From Inhuman Earth in the name of victory

The Cross of Christ as a Polish sign

That God and Honor always with Poles!

And that the Fatherland is not without God

Lead us Christ on the Polish roads

By Our Mother's intercession

And Polish saints eternal vigil

Through Your Cross and Mercy

Let Christ be free!

A days of katorgi and exile

They will lead us to the resurrection!

PRINCEN

‘brothers and sisters die for my beloved Poland”

Fr Stanisław Brzóska

Today we follow you, Priest Stanislaus.

And your words will not be stifled by enemy tarabanes

You teach us courage and courage

And the love of the Fatherland in the wound

Traitors always dress up in general.

And they shoot the Nation with a deadly sentence

For a beloved country like you, no 1 dies.

We're on our knees with fatal hemorrhaging.

The same enemy as we utilized to get loops

Without rebellion and pride we die silently

White Eagle bled in Katyn, Smolensk

Traitors are only born on stone now

Priest Stanislaus the bitter fact ours

We stole the scars from the sound of the chain

We're moving for the scraps of the enemy.

And no 1 listens to the voice of conscience and truth

The same black eagles above our home

They cast a mortal shadow on Polish pursuits

And we have forgotten the love of the Fatherland

Collective work to fight and defend

In steel today, we place enemies and traitors

We do not die for Poland, but for another things

Because silence over the grave is overwhelming our memory

And sometimes it's just the sobaka from Warsaw...