Chór Czejanda - Na prawo most, na lewo most

When I am going eighteen,

although tight, although the plunger

I look at my beloved city

that amazes me every step.

Because there Marszałkowska and Route W-Z

Krakow suburb

and tunnel, and soon ...

To the right of the bridge, to the left of the bridge,

and the bottom of the Vistula flows,

rising house here, there is growing house

from hour to hour.

Buses are flashing red,

windows looking into trams.

Still more buzz, still more of us

in Warsaw, the nicest of cities.

When you work from Prague back foot

I pass the new government houses

I stand on the bank and not to hurry

the capital to look away.

Because that's where the Old Town rises already

pink Mariensztat

just smile ...

To the right of the bridge, to the left of the bridge,

and the bottom of the Vistula flows,

rising house here, there is growing house

from hour to hour.

A paddle float on the Vistula River,

workers after work sing.

Still more buzz, still more of us

in Warsaw, the nicest of cities.

And on Sunday, when the day of the bows,

I see the glow of lights from the bridge,

when the long windows in an instant

night lights thousands of stars.

I look at the water, lanterns in her quiver,

and sing my girl

this song:

To the right of the bridge, to the left of the bridge,

and the bottom of the Vistula flows,

rising house here, there is growing house

from hour to hour.

Buses are flashing red,

windows looking into trams.

Still more buzz, still more of us

in Warsaw, the nicest of cities.