Until the traitors decide

O Our destiny for the future and will

And how many night shifts ahead of us

Before the Polish destiny hurts us...

How many circular tables and layouts

The Wicked Powers and gestures of Judas

Humiliation erstwhile In Your Home

Strangers dictate what our freedom is

Where we belong... Polish state of affairs

Because in the midst of disputes, only abroad rations

Because the Sejm is inactive a judaic stall

Where fear and democracy are sold

Kołchoz in the east kolchoz in the west

From across the sea lies and global horror

Suffocating muzzle and leash in the hands of executioners

Not poetic is simply a metaphor...

Where do these false stars lead us?

When it's blue...

Our homeland! mediocre mother!

Coming from past with a thorn crown...

Because inactive in the blood of our nation

It's a constant betrayal infection.

Shadows of menora on our graves

The defeat and responsibility of Poles lie down

And black eagles a shadow of defeat sinister

That's been circling for centuries.

To connect and at the time of death

Sing Requiem defeats over graves

Today, only the heart with our barricade

Wisdom and Peace Community and Faith

And the steadfast spirit of our nation

And judgement for traitors. conviction and punishment!