SO THAT'S HOW HE DIES THE NATION...

Here's the question!

The extermination of the Polish Nation continues

In the light of hostile usury and arrangement procedures

The laws of the enemy and the executioner

Under the black banner of the fresh Polish grandfathers

In the political theatre of lies and censorship

And hostile propaganda and self-righteous rations

We conflict on the leash of poorness and bondage

Leaping in a prepared swamp of democracy

We get death all day through infirmary windows.

Through dirty windows of publically lied TV

Mafia strategy of rations absoluteity and exploitation

Our pre-helled Cirograph Purgatory and Madness

It is simply a bitter awareness of the Polish hospice today

Where else the draft opens the door

At the end of the poorness of a common Europe

Where our dreams make reality laugh

The enemy is ironic about grants and concessions

Stuffing a dirty gag with mammon and law

And bitter is the consciousness of the dying Homeland

When lies are given distant not our Warsaw

But the fact will set us free... but it will kill you!

Free Poland will rise!

No more traitors trade coffins

Which side were you on?

SO THAT'S HOW HE DIES THE NATION...

So we gave ourselves fools to take the Homeland

We sold our parent for a hat of appearances

She's not coming back. She's already gone...

We haven't seen her leaning over the bone of strife

A She's humiliated. She's been in pain.

And she was waiting for us crying with her hands out.

But there was besides much fierceness in us

So we can all stand together in her defense

I She's not coming back. She stayed there.

Where the candles keep burning and whitening their bones

Where the ashes of our fathers grow in the forest

And where birches whisper about freedom

We sold our own mother.

Because present we have no right to be blind to faith

When we conflict against crosses from the whisper of Satan

When Mammon is the only thing we do

When we're cowardly in the whip of a tyrant

Without courage and without the courage of anger and dignity

Raise your head. It's war. It's a deadly game.

Ask those under the crosses about the price of freedom

So this is how the Nation dies... in a grim silence

Dangling in a swamp of lies and Smolensk fog

Because Poland won't come back and it'll be like a ghost

Who returns in his dreams in a feverish dream...

Today we die sick

IN DEATH ROLLIES

Today we die sick in mortal queues

Humiliated by debt sharks and anesthesia

You're home.

Because it's not actual that yours are just the streets

We are the people of Poland.

And this country is for us, and that's what it's for.

Our right to rebel is actual to anger

Your will is to build your right to destroy

And let's not get dressed in another people's rags any longer.

And let the liar not teach us freedom and law

On the blood of the Fathers stands in ashes and blood

Owned by enemies and strangers Warsaw

They don't stand in long death lines.

On swollen legs entangled in pain

They teach us through the tv window

Let's not confuse them and our roles sometimes

Their large mercy is euthanasia

And the deceitful law of a vile man

The ridicule of democracy in choosing suffering

Humanitarian imagination of enemy traitor and esbek

Today we die sick in mortal queues

Because it's a death fight for the life of the Nation.

Get off your knees, Sister!

And don't wait for the mercy of the East or the West

We don't ask anyone.

FOR FREE POLSKA...

You! You will not teach me to love Poland

German colt and butler mamony

I learned from parent and never from strangers.

I'm not going to be hit by white or red

You, you won't believe me.

And false note or sneaky collusion

I come to parent – to my own home

I She's all about silence and the word!

Thou shalt not exercise the right to her grace.

And ecumenically reunited with the enemy

I only give myself humbly to my mother

I don't request an intermediary to talk to God.

We! do not ask anyone for free Poland

We request it today, gentlemen, from power.

It's not like lying's gonna be moving the country.

The cheat heroes are bare today

We do not ask enemies to have bread

Because he always grew out of sweat and pain

You're the ones who keep playing unfairly.

Changing only the shapes of deception and table

We, in your defense, come Mother

Because you're the only 1 we trust without measure.

When the fair is right at your feet

You're just a trusting goal of faith.

MY SALON

My surviving area is my homeland

And only before her will I bow my head

And only she will be my target.

I will service her with deed and word

I utilized to have a red leg.

Today he's converted to the EU.

He throws from behind like a stone a word

But he's afraid to look right in the eye

He speaks of fact but trembles with fear

When a hebrew screams about Polonia

And she puts the eagle in the dove of peace

When he goes to confession before the party

My surviving area is my homeland

And only to her I return in the name of God

Before her name crosses and will

I am kneeling in humility

And I will go on if God wills.

He carried her flag eagles and crosses

To make them sound advanced above our heads

As we lift them higher

Because we don't request gold stars.

And the freedom of what makes the streets

The nation is large through its history

The pride and past of which he is heir

And this past I want to stay faithful

Building the Future present on God's Law

Let's not be taught by a free man

What happened to the alien coats in Warsaw today!

If you had a dumb mouth!

If you had the dignity of a fool, you would defend your homeland.

And if you were Polish, you'd be on her side.

And a Bolshevik servant wouldn't insult her.

'Cause in her name, you wouldn't be holding your heart...but your hands!

And not on the lie side you'd be in Smolensk today

♪ Mindless cowardice bought by enemies ♪

Not to the calf of the mammon would you sigh hypocritically

But trust in the conscience of prayer and God

If you had honor, fool, you'd fight for the truth.

Before the sanctity of your homeland, you would kneel in humility

Because fact lies here in Katyn, Smolensk.

Only fools search her in strangers beyond the sea

Motherland is simply a sacred thing who doesn't understand.

Let him search answers in his heart at the bottom

And if he doesn't find her due to the fact that she has a betrayal in her heart

Yten don't bargain Polish bread from the table!

We have a common work of Honor and Homeland

and She is the highest goal of our right.

There is no half honor half fact half pride

There are no compromises in the swamp of diplomacy

If you had dignity, fool, you'd be on her side.

He was ready to support her and then and blood

Only those who betrayed... those who are enemies

They mock her blood and martyrdom mercilessly...