Zdzisława Sośnicka - Bronimy drzew

We protect trees - their rights to greenery
We protect the rivers towards which the forest run
We protect meadows and plough land
And a crop, which would sprout out of it once more
Taint of autumn and autumn days, which
Wind swings to the winter's sleep
And the silence, which would settle like the white cloud
In winter mists on the snowy fields

We protect nests, so no one would ever woke us up
At dawn of day a scream of homeless birds
We protect cities and those tired people
Who hurry like...
Except big affairs, for which world is arguing
Ideas and letters of various affairs
Everything, what is seen until
When the sand is burning under the man's foot

We protect trees - their rights to greenery
We protect the rivers towards which the forest run
We protect meadows and plough land
And a crop, which would sprout out of it once more
Taint of autumn and autumn days, which
Wind swings to the winter's sleep
And the silence, which would settle like the white cloud
In winter mists on the snowy fields