For God's sake.
IN THE ORDINATION FOR THE WAR Oh, my God!
And in us all past lives here and now
And we bear her dates of triumph and defeat
We have an angry rebellion and the will to fight
And among the Hussar battles a victorious proponent
The burning fire of shame...the shame of Targowice
And the knife of betrayal thrust by the hand of our enemies
And the silent cry of generations in cathedrals in execution rooms
Mount of crosses to the feet of God
The Vistula of Our past flows bloodyly with us
There are times erstwhile we have a deadly flood.
We conflict for crosses fighting in a abroad name
Market disease... again...
Again, we request a common move.
In chaotic fields, we request the right of the captains.
So that the thief doesn't set fire to our home anymore
So that the black wings of fear may not darken the sky
For God's sake, let's get in the mediate of a fight.
Because the spirits of our ancestors are playing loud larum
Until they're blinded by privacy and lies.
We're not going to be a nation. We're going to be a bunch.
There is no triumph without religion and will
And pride and valor... love and blood...
We've reached the abyss today.
Now all sissy makes a sound from free Poland mocks
Where, then, the national dignity and strength in us
How we have all scolded in God's pride!
After all, from each cross time will account for us
And that's the anger of history... I'm afraid...
So they won't cross us like they utilized to.
For besides many Judas kiss around
So that Poland does not put on tight again
Crowns of bloody thorns over a bowed head
Deptani with enemy propaganda boots
Without a heart and conscience compass
So naively we believe in the vile lie of our enemies
And in the EU's vile decree of absolution
And within us, the full communicative that needs to be moved
For a hard time of contempt for our homeland
To save in memory each of Polish events
In the name of blood, which in us is the sound of fatherhood...
