So I would like russian monuments,
Obstructing so much our Polish land,
And they all turned to dust,
Disbanded by the wind of history,
In the squares dedicated to them,
There was no trace of them,
And with a slow run of years,
Every memory of them has erased the time,
By five-point russian stars,
With their ruthless blows,
They broke the iron hammers forever,
Without saving any of them,
By the terrible red banners,
Once upon a time, the arrogant wavers,
There's only pieces left.
Dust-covered history...
In all our vast country,
The hated monuments of russian solstice,
Without unnecessary words,
They've run off at once.
By russian shadow monuments
They did not conceal this terrible truth,
Of the Bolsheviks unspoken cruelty,
With millions of tears,
That cruel truth
About russian murders, robberies and rapes,
Over the next fewer years
She was never suppressed by them,
To these russian monuments
For troubled Poland over the years
They never were again.
Like a rough hand clenched around his neck,
Not letting you out of your throat,
The loud unremarkable cry of truth,
Of the vastness of the army of red wines,
By the communists who have been utilized to erase...
So that shortly the seats would give way,
The statues of the real heroes,
Faithful Fathers of unbreakable patriots,
They are no abroad powers of servants,
From russian rubble monuments,
The tribute was to thousands of opponents,
Composed by past at their feet,
Like a bunch of colorful flowers,
By a just story,
The fact of the steadfast guard,
Every trace of them has erased,
To the end of the world...
