Smack your ass.
POLSKJI CHOCHE
We don't deserve freedom...that's a terrible message.
So, God Almighty, I cry out in fear
Because our children's liars lead to destruction
Send the Lord of Angel to part ways
To lead us through the Smolensk fog
By betrayal and traps set by the enemy
Light you with the lightning of Polish ChochoĊ
To make the flame clear our way
May your punishment be severe and severe
And bend our backs with the arms of punishment
But don't take this 1 from us, Lord.
Freedom and hope of Poland and of faith
Lord, don't let that wound bleed any more.
Give us a large strength of fact wisdom and will
If there is no courage in us to walk on water
Lord, this cowardice as your wounds hurt
The mutts are toying with us.
Because present they feel our weakness fear and the odor of blood
Be on your way, brother!
Many days are not yet easy in our way
Forgive us, Lord, that we are weakened on the way
That there is no unity in us in the highest need
That we shared our parent and our lie
That we've forgotten Homeland... and you!