On the way to victory!
For the memory of the Nation is immortal
And keep all date in ash and blood...
In the name of this memory I call to you today
To bring back the days buried by history
So many crimes hidden from the eyes of the world
Closed by a strong red censorship gag
As the deadly wind spread from the east
Chasing crime with dense clouds...
The bells of those churches keep calling for fear
And they cry out like that to defend their faith
Smoke is inactive on fire from the manors.
And the night sways black mourning banners
Murderers on monuments over the silence of the world
They stand on Polish graves with their feet in their blood
Over our fear... I have mourned... contempt and... fear
A liar dressed in a toga inactive mocks...
And it inactive hurts to be chopped off.
Barbed wire burns in memory and conscience
These trees don't odor like herbs.
And it does not heal cowardly wounds from the enemy silence
And the children fell asleep in that terrible and mortal dream
Cuddled in the odor of earth and motherly confidence
Under the red shawl of the lye, the sky is in store.
Where to be a Pole was their only fault...
Here 2 beasts tightened a tight night loop
When they carried the fire of those inhuman days
That collusion inactive applies today
Combined with a blood way of betrayal and blood
Through the open door we saw hell
And Satan with a human face drunk with blood
Who burned our homes and murdered children
Playing with heartbreak pain and tears
You're talking about the correctness... of a fellow nation...
About our forgiveness... equality and faith...
Freedom and the law of a common Europe
And where are our Crosses... graves and...
And where is our right to a free country?
To regain the truth...the pride and...the dignity
To the right of a fair trial
To the returned identity of home and freedom
I The Crosses That Fathers set the way
Because of our hard history... God's sense of existence
Because around the Decalogue the Nation united
And he was a sign of our common conscience.
So this memory inactive lives in us... fear and pain
'Cause liars and murderers are all together.
For in the place of our pride of dignity and truth
Mother Poland sits on graves crying today
So we're here today! Polish!...in your wounds...
At your arms, Motherland! on the cross of Volyn...
Mother, with legs bloody saddened by betrayal
Raised to the Golgot of Polish Conscience
Mother, she's deaf from pain... and blind from tears...
She was speechless from screaming... fear and despair...
We come back to you with ashes and blood
By lying... the sound of the chain, and...the sound of the self-made...
Through the hypocrisy of the planet and bitter loneliness
Through the wall of silence and vile traitors collusion
We return, Mother, bearing the religion of our Fathers
And like the sound of hussar wings independent speech
And we refuse the litany at your knees Christ
And in your defense, Mother, we return to you.
For the planet has already washed its hands and chosen Satan
Because who are we going to go to erstwhile we're in request today...
So we ask for your Lord's justice
With fear, we inactive think about the sacrifice of knives.
And those who served human hatred
Like Christ wants to chop off God's finger!
They will never drive us to the End of Memory.
By the chaotic Fields of Lies... by Steps of Doubt
We're not going to hide from Jares of Silence
Because we are the heirs of this generation
♪ And the sound of prayer in the tears of the birches ♪
It's bleeding in the yoke erstwhile the fall comes.
And it gives that memory to Siberian snow
Through Katyn and Smolensk as she carries it tomorrow
For the Nation is immense in its memory
From prayer and truth... courage and valour
From dignity and honor to be borne together
This religion in the resurrection on the way to
This is not the case.
