Jerzy Matuszkiewicz - Róża i bez

Who cares, it's far from that place?
The sun will dry your face.
You walk, while counting your bullets - only three,
And you know, no shot will be missed by thee.

A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
Even though it's really hard, no one will forfeit.
We'll get over all those hills, drinking only water,
And where our field kitchen is? We've already sought her.
Who would be worried that the road is very dusty,
We wouldn't still be keen to quit, if it was truly frosty.
We'll get over all those hills, drinking only water,
Which after a fight or two, tastes almost like wine.
A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
You will reach your target, chap, even though it's tight.

The old rifle - your good pal,
Will yet surprise them all,
The army will soon be followed by girls,
And the blinding rain? Who cares.

A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
Even though it's really hard, no one will forfeit.
We'll get over all those hills, drinking only water,
And where our field kitchen is? We've already sought her.
Who would be worried that the road is very dusty,
We wouldn't still be keen to quit, if it was truly frosty.
We'll get over all those hills, drinking only water,
Which after a fight or two, tastes almost like wine.
A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
You will reach your target, chap, even though it's tight.

A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
Though the times were really tough, we didn't forfeit.
We've got over all those hills and returned home safely,
And the field kitchens have finally been found.
Our faces are still covered in dust,
But that journey is behind us, at last.
We've got over all those hills and returned home safely,
We will wipe our faces and cleanse the guns.
A rose blossoms in red and a lilac in white,
That's, my brother, the end of our fight.