Buldog - Z wierszy o państwie I-IV

The legendary glow is dying out
Fires, dust, blood and fights,
Poland, resurrected from lightning,
Rising clouds and prophetic lips!

Your flags are soaked
Poetry and blood for generations,
At museums dormant - and they are holy;
And it is good that they are holy.

How the fight was in school years
(And laurels - like lyrical lilacs),
Free nations must be so
My reflections, dungeons, mists.

And it is necessary that the lips tremble,
Reading a sad script of history,
And he was just buzzing smart
He will not move in the tomb darkness of the crypts.

Temporis acti laudatorów!*
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But to us in the mystery of prophecy
Every news about the state grew,
So today freedom is a weekday
We are hard to understand and bear.

From flagged amaranths
We demand miracles, like in Lourdes,
And the winged policemen
We are calling in the street brawls.

It is a great pain and torture
To be a state prayed for by
Poets with feathers
In a bitter ink of blood and tears.

To be a country that circulates
Like currency, echoes of words
From that far shore
Prophetic mists and vague dreams.

Temporis acti laudatorów!
Temporis acti laudatorów!
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Temporis acti laudatorów!
Temporis acti laudatorów!
Temporis acti laudatorów!
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When the "late grandson" believes in spirits
Mystical solve the code
Unrelenting bookkeepers
They come with columns of numbers.

And if the balance is wrong,
When you need taxes and duties again,
The authority appeals to consciences
The vocabulary of romantic works.

text: Julian Tuwim
music: Buldog

*polish
Konserwatysta od lat!


*english
Conservative for years!