Polish rations are hard to fight on their knees
In a cowardly motion breaking hands
Before whom you kneel in the name of Free Poland!
Bend the necks of the ridges and temples!
Our brightest Republic
And the welfare of the Nation is always the origin of the state
Because present only cowards or fools can
To search the grace of the east or the west
Or possibly present it's about Poland.
And this betrayal is the key to what the fact proclaims.
That it is simply a conscious lie and helplessness
And that this motion of a servant is Judas' tenderness
And all we have left is theatrical gestures.
Double morality of deception and bastardity
That dream of power that will end in defeat
Poland in a false false lie setting
If we're gonna fight, not on our knees.
Not with his neck bent and his head raised
Not the butler whisper in Europe's salons
Like a firearm shot is expected to be an independent word!
And he who does not separate Moscow from Warsaw
And the fact from the Lie of Dishonour
Don't let Tan play with the weight of justice
Because he can't settle a moral dispute.
Polish rations are hard to fight on their knees
In a cowardly motion breaking hands
Before whom you kneel in the name of Free Poland!
Bend the necks of the ridges and temples!
