This is not about the Polish state of affairs
You're not the 1 the power is working for.
And propaganda like a strong drug
Only by lying to freedom can you be deceived
There will be all word against you
Each anniversary and each date
For you the theatre will be constantly
He was blocking the fact like an iron grate.
The poison will drain your subconscious.
A subtle motion of painting and note
That chip in your heart
For your naivety will become penance
They've been movin' you for so many centuries.
That your freedom is besides ours
They will tell you that you are Christ of Nations..!
But they will always choose...
Patriotism will be on lying lips
How a leash dragged you through the streets
You'll be a surviving barricade in need
They in the cozy murmuring of the tenements...
And erstwhile the 100 years of your freedom come
That the dream came actual over the native land
They'll wake you on the march.
With gas and a stick and a name... a fascist!
But we will go to Free Poland through Gdansk
We will go through Kraków and Warsaw
By Szczecin Białystok and Lublin
Wrocław and Poznań carrying the Polish cause
Carrying her memory in the sound of eagle wings
And in anger in the rough streets
No 1 will give us a religion of martyrdom
And favors in the planet capitals
We'll talk about freedom
To measurement tears and pain in Polish wounds
Betrayals of the uprisings of Katyń and Smolensk
Without the gag of censorship not on your knees
We will talk about Polish thieves
Traitors dressed in national costumes
Of cowards dishonoring the name of Homeland
About enemies trafficking in unrest
The fact must be radical.
Like a shred of freedom plucked bloodyly
Like the size of wounds and that mountain of ruins
This is your written will, Warsaw!
That's your way! Your state's right!
Not a coward's diplomacy on his knees
You are to carry the name of Poland high
Honorfully bearing the fact about her wounds...
