Mother!
It's only you Polish! tender Mother!
I trust in all act of my own.
♪ 'Cause I know it's just love ♪
It's good for you to call yourself son...
I would like to full fulfil this condition
Giving you my heart's trembling
When dirty hands long out traitors
To enslave us Polish conscience
We owe faithfulness and valor
Honor and dignity of pride and faith
When aliens are playing in the capitals,
Yesterday and next day the communicative clock
So I get hurt all fresh wound
With the sun's ray, all your joy
Tight folding highs and lows
Like an oak trunk in stacked jars
Blood and then mixed into history
My Nation increasing Into Heaven
A large crown with sound over its head
Our future and our dreams need
It's you! In the arms of the tails you call me
When time hurts another wound
Before the last time he opens
I'll go to the end and, forever...Amen!
For you, Mother! My Thoughts
You say pathos...because you don't know love!
We're just a fistful of powder.
What the wind blows free
I'm coming to you with a miracle of God's will
Bringing awareness of the power of creation
The thought of destiny in Poland
The greatness of God and the miracle of existence
The powers of love that lets you come back
New generations in history
And the strength that comes from blood and sweat
The lever of the nation of dignity and hope
Still love strengthens me in this way
Thank God for loving me...
May he always stay in me until the end
Until the Homeland gets up among the free!
