Strachy na Lachy - Ballada dla obywatela miasteczka P

I'm sending you my ballad,
For the four pieces of wood you gave me
Citizen of the town of P.
As I huddled in the cold...
You who warmed me when
Ladies, gentlemen, the townspeople are angry
A gesture full of dignity
They closed their doors in your face!
It's almost nothing, just four pieces of wood,
But I warmed myself over them,
My body is already hot,
Because their flame still lives in me!

Citizen of the town of P.
When you die, let them carry you away
Through the blue sky Ian -
Where is the Lord waiting?

I'm sending you my ballad,
For the morsel of bread you gave me
The wench from the inn in the town of P.
When hunger made me feel numb...
You who gave me bread when...
Ladies, gentlemen, the townspeople are angry
Dogs fed by stroking their heads
They closed their doors in your face!
It's almost nothing, a bite or two of bread,
But I deceived my hunger with them,
The coldness of the empty belly disappeared,
This memory still lives with me!

The wench from the inn in the town of P.
When you die, let them carry you away
Through the blue sky Ian -
Where is the Lord waiting?

I'm sending you my ballad,
For your smile that you gave to me
A stranger in the town of P.
When the policeman took me away...
You who waved your hand when
Ladies, gentlemen, the townspeople are angry
They ran out when they saw the guard next to me,
They threw insults in my face!
It's almost nothing, a smile and a gesture,
But I sweetened my bitterness with it,
I remembered that moment
And she is my hope!

A stranger in the town of P.
When you die, let them carry you away
Through the blue sky Ian -
Where is the Lord waiting?