- Poetry - Jan Lechoń - "Mother of Boska Częstochowa" is interpreted by Jerzy Binkowski
- music - F. Chopin - Nokturn Des-dur Op.27 nr.2 performed by Maria Skurjat-Silva - piano.
Mother of God Częstochowa, dressed in pearls,
All in gold and diamonds, he prays for us.
Angels sustain her dense crown
I Her robes, all night, are marked with stars.
She kneels and her advanced schools, where there are bloody wounds,
Turning where we all are, he looks at Warsaw.
O You, whose image is seen in all Polish hut
And in the church, and in the shop, and in the delicious chamber,
In the hand of him who dies, above the cradle of the children,
And before which day and night there is inactive light.
Which pearls thou hast from kings, gold from knights,
And even 1 who believes in nothing,
Who sees us all with beautiful eyes,
Mother of God Czestochowa, have mercy on us!
Give the soldiers who go, singing in line,
Cold and rain in the desert, and fire in the snow.
Let the invisible be in the air
And let those who are at sea flow into the land.
Every wounded man must find a clean dressing
And let letters come from all the lost.
And take all those who endure looking your way.
Mother of God, Czestochowa, in your defense.
Let the wires relax, let the walls break,
Above Poland, bless, rise your hand beautiful
And from your tears full, Queen, look
Tell the last 1 to stop, they'll open the prisons.
Let those who are separated die,
Mother of God, Czestochowa, due to you.
There were times erstwhile the flood flooded us, blood was pouring down the river,
And inactive the monastery in Czestochowa stands as a rock.
I You were besides wounded with pagan swords,
And yet you shine above us, Holy Miss,
And we get up from the ashes, from the fires that burn,
I You will return to your homeland.
He'll play, he'll play on the Mariacka Tower
They will hear the Lions and Vilnius step our soldiers.
We're gonna choice up what fell in the war dust,
We will build a bigger, more beautiful Castle in Warsaw.
And as on the golden days of our childhood we will listen
That signature bell that praises you forever.
