Jan Pietrzak - Taki kraj

There is a place at the crossroads,
Where the West meets the East...
Our centre of the universe,
Our poor paradise...
There is such a place,
Such a land.

Flowing smokes above pastures,
Willows like ghosts, in the veils of fog...
Here is a roadside cross,
There is a sacred forest...
There is such a place,
Such a land.

Who wants to live in despair here,
To wring one’s hands, to cry and drink...
This holy law,
They have without a doubt...
There is such a place,
Such a land.

Hope is taught by those, who know
How to throw their fates onto pyres...
For the graves of our forefathers,
For the Third of May...
There is such a place,
Such a land.

From generations of pain, from sacrificial blood,
Days of victorious glory are coming...
So help us, God!
And grant us perseverance...
Here is our place,
This is our land!