Czerwone Gitary - Ziemia śpiewa

Roadside willows prostrate
People in the fields, bowed low.
People straighten their backs bent;
Over the fields, the wind rushes towards them
A song from the fields, a song from the meadows.

They have human hearts for themselves,
Joy is the simplest, simple as happiness.
They share a good word of hope
Becoming a song, a song about the earth
A song from the fields, a song from the meadows.

Listen! Listen! Listen!
Over the hills, over the plain
The wind carries a song, a song about the earth.
Listen ... Listen ...

And when the sky bends over the road
Tired, they enter their doorstep.
The days that have been, the days that will be -
They build them with song, with everyday songs,
A song from the fields, a song from the meadows.

Listen! Listen! Listen!
Over the hills, over the plain
The wind carries a song, a song about the earth.
Listen ... Listen ... Listen ...