Kazimierz Pustelak - Czerwone maki na Monte Cassino (chór męski, Orkiestra Polskiego Radia)

Do you see these ruins at the peak?
Your enemy is hiding there like a rat!
You have to, you have to, you have to
Grasp his neck and throw him down from the clouds!
And they went, insane and fierce,
And they went killing and avenging,
And they went, stubborn as always,
As always to fight for honour.

Red poppies on Monte Cassino
Instead of dew they drank Polish blood.
Through these poppies a soldier walked and died,
But anger was stronger than death.
Years will pass and centuries will go by,
The vestiges of past days will remain,
And all the poppies on Monte Cassino
Will be redder because they will grow on Polish blood.

The forlorn hope rushed through volleys,
Many of them got hit and fell,
As those Samosierra madmen,
As those Racławice ones from years ago.
They rushed with a mad impetus
And they made it, and the assault succeeded
And the white-and-red banner
They planted on the ruins among clouds.

Red poppies on Monte Cassino
Instead of dew they drank Polish blood.
Through these poppies a soldier walked and died,
But anger was stronger than death.
Years will pass and centuries will go by,
The vestiges of past days will remain,
And all the poppies at Monte Cassino
Will be redder because they will grow on Polish blood.

Do you see the row of white crosses?
A Pole pledged his life to honour there.
Go forward, the further, the higher,
The more of them you will find.
This land belongs to Poland,
Although Poland is far away from here,
Because freedom is measured by crosses,
History has this one mistake.

Red poppies on Monte Cassino
Instead of dew they drank Polish blood.
Through these poppies a soldier walked and died,
But anger was stronger than death.
Years will pass and centuries will go by,
The vestiges of past days will remain,
And all the poppies on Monte Cassino
Will be redder because they will grow on Polish blood.