The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though the mysterious moonlight,

He bounced around at night in the Gdynia lawn mowers,

So that they may be sharpened with the moonlight of the blade,

They were shortly reflected in the frightened Germans' pupils,

Cutting through their lives soon,

In ambushes of convenient places...

And though the sacrifice of a simple reaper was noble...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though fiercely defended in trenches,

Without frequently sparing your own life,

Sacrificed on the Motherland altars,

Which were the September battlefield battles,

When the sweat dried and the blood clotted,

They've been robbing a dead soldier...

And although she set an example of the unbreakable infantry...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though he allowed his opponent to be successfully surprised,

The hero cavalry has many bravados,

On the back of the unsuspecting enemy,

In order to make months of cunning plans to thwart,

To the grand glory of the Polish weapon,

Simmering in the white-haired old men's memories...

And even though she stood up to the cavalry...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Although effective Polish artillery fire,

He could have thwarted the eternal enemy's plans,

They equal thousands of thunders by the force of hurricane fire,

Accumulated in steel polished missiles,

The full area of the earth is equalized,

To dance the flames on the gloomy doomsdays...

And although the earth was moved by powerful artillery...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though only a somewhat armored tanket,

Alone, she had to face it,

The steel beasts of Wehrmacht in armoured clashes,

by the green fields that erstwhile were,

Turned into extinguishing burns,

Turning the tide of triumph to its side...

And even though there were armored pride...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though armored trains have powerful firepower,

She could have effectively stopped the full invading division,

Like a solid knightly shield,

An iron axe aimed at the head of a knight,

To be stuck in her chopped-up cracks,

The easier he was thrown out of his opponent's hand...

And although Polish armored trains the power was astonishing...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though submarines hidden in the sea depths,

Day and night they guarded the Polish coast,

Pursuing the mighty battleships of the enemy,

In cleverly arranged utilizing mines ambushes,

Covering brave crews in their steel hulls,

Like the body of a beautiful knight medieval armor...

And although the honor of a Polish sailor was unsinkable...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Though the wings of steel spread out,

Guarded not breaking the Polish sky,

Scrubbing them with bright streaks of bullets,

To successfully scope enemy aircraft,

So that they may shortly be in the flames,

Their hulls have been punctured by bullet discharges...

And though the Polish aviators were crazy, the courage...

- I'm sorry. The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

And though the sacrifice of a simple reaper was noble...

And although she set an example of the unbreakable infantry...

And even though she stood up to the cavalry...

And although the earth was moved by powerful artillery...

And even though there were armored pride...

And although Polish armored trains the power was astonishing...

And although the honor of a Polish sailor was unsinkable...

And though the Polish aviators were crazy, the courage...

It couldn't... It couldn't... The ancient enemy was incapable to resist...

Come on. There was a chance... There was Hope...