When Dark Clouds Flow
From the West and the East...
on Our woman of Gromnic Day
Let us call to parent for aid and support
Through her heart open the way to freedom
She will guide us through the labyrinth of sin
Walking through our lives with a compass of love
So many centuries our people have followed her.
She always watched under the cross of the nation
So many times, with her spirit, she was buzzing in banners.
When our nation cared for
She was with us in the fields of Grunwald and Vienna.
Kircholmu and Chocimia and the Vistula miracle
During the uprisings with the nation in bloody hands she carried
Treasure of religion and hope for the Polish people
And we could come back from any misfortune
In the morning... about bullets... in the crying of hard days
With so many uprisings and crosses by the roads to Poland
Laying down all drop of blood on her knees
And all our sorrows of misery and crosses
She turned religion and courage into hope
She left us signs in the sky
To win again in her name after the defeat!
She followed us to Siberia through snow gulags
She stood among the convicts where the bullets whistled
They saw her in the flames of the dying Homeland
Those with the last “Health” said goodbye to her tenderly
She cried over graves in Katyn... in Ponarach
Constant pain under Volyn Cross
She carried us with the miracles of the Polish Pope
Under Red Slavery for Salvation
And he's inactive waiting for us all hour.
And he calls loudly in his heart with a fear signature
She stands vigilant between Moscow and Brussels
To show us the way to the Homeland
And counting the beads of the rosary
Moved in Her Name in all Polish Hand
And forge out of them a shield before God
Which of us before misery and despair defends
Let us call to parent for wisdom and faith
To care for our nation
For the courage of love that grows from the cross
When the planet signed a wicked deal with Satan
So we kneel in prayer at your knees Mother
To ask constantly for intercession
In front of the throne of your boy who showed us
That it is only religion that makes the resurrection!
Hail Mary! You are always full of grace
So be blessed among your people
Mother standing vigilant at the Polish crossroads
As black clouds flow from the west and east...
When Katyn's second cross crushes us today
And the ashes of God are upon the heads of the nation
We call to the full panic defend us Mother
From war and bondage to misery and hunger
And painful mysteries aid us solve
Faith and hope love and pain
Which only You, Mother, can soothe
When you hold us tight and tenderly...
I'm sorry we conflict in the country over crosses.
Queen! Our Mother, aid us to go together
For so many blasphemies have betrayed Christ
And we stand against each another with a bullet and iron
We want your boy to become King of Poland
But at your side the throne awaits Him
Because present we request a clear God's law
And God's Spirit what will all man say
To your throne, Mother!
Contrary to what the surviving origin of fact poisons
You accept parent our rosary requests
In God's sight, may they beg grace.
