Horytnica - Polska krew

Tłumaczenie:

Do you hear Polish blood calling? Next generations holy will.
Voice of heroes calls you, voice is echoing through history
In the world of ancestors amongst fogs, a thought will glimpse over cyan water
There, where lay in endless sleep protectos of Oder.

War flag felt in the deep, but the scream of fighters still lasts.
Heat washed away, hand lost control and blood spilled like morning rain.
Dawn showed soldier's death, air shakes from shoots
Motherland, your protectors are fighting, they give their lives in your hands.

2. Graves are cuddled by cold, old forest hummed thankfully.
For your life, for your death, that reached you too early.
Wig is burning, carried into fight, announcing bloody revenge for your enemies.
We will never give up, this is written in our honour.