Krzysztof Krawczyk - Bóg się rodzi

God is born, power is freezing,
Heaven's Lord is unsheathed.
The fire congeals, shine darkens,
Infinite has borders.
Despised - cloaked in glory,
mortal - King over ages.

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us.

Heaven, what have you got better than Earth has?
God abandoned own happiness.
He came into beloved people,
sharing hardships and toils with them.
He suffered a lot,
we are responsible for it.

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us.

He was born in poor shed.
The manger was given to him as cradle.
What was he surrounded by?
Cattle, shepherd and hay.
Poor people, it happened to you.
To greet Him before rich men.

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us.

Later, kings press
between poor people.
Carrying gifts to Lord:
myrrh, incense and gold.
Deity mixed it
with gifts from village people.

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us.

Raise your hand, God's Child,
bless a nice fatherland.
Support its power
and support it with good advice.
Bless our homeland, all wealth
and all villages with towns.

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us.