Olek Grotowski i Małgorzata Zwierzchowska - Rapsod o Warneńczyku

1-A gilded banner shines
Shredded armor crunches
King Władysław is coming
To defeat Bisurman

2-Cicadas roar through the ravines
The royal horse snorts brightly
Brave Hungarian Jan Hunyady
He checks the patterns while cursing the Magyar

3-Auroras rise above the hills
The army makes rumor on the march
You can already see the black sea
Legate Caesarins said

4-And they go off to defame the heathen
In the strength of sixteen thousand
And their cry, so powerful
Like an old bell that rings

5-The King is eating breakfast hastily
Jan Hunyady came in with a thud
The Venetians have screwed up
They withdraw their fleet

6-The king put down his cup of wine
A flash fired from under his eyelid
We leave in an hour
And Vennece will be shamed forever

7-Traffic and noise reigned everywhere,
The knights mounted horses,
Everyone was ready to die,
They raised their hands in farewell

8-Still Varna dozes away
The sun is still low
And armored stirrups by stirrup
And the armored koncerz* by Koncerz

9-A armored spear by spear
They look towards the sandy shores
Hey, give me your mouth*, man
The king said to Hunyade

10- And clicked with single click*
Hundreds of snapped-on helmets
And they flashed with a single glow
Hundreds of torn swords

11-And the holy ground trembled
And the bells rang in the city
And they set off first at a walk
Then they trotted, finally I galloped

12-A Janissaries-sold outs*
They attack the Hungarians with a whip*
And the mad king of Varna
For most, he has become an executioner

13-Amurat missed the wing
And he hit Bobrzycki
And wild cattle in burnouts
Moaned to the fullest

14-Six thousand oturaks
It hit Frankban
And a Slovene with a bishop
He brought everyone to their knees

15-Bishop Szymon on the counterattack
He threw up to fight for Rozgonie,
But he fell with his army in a cry
The horses spat out with blood foam.

17-Horses neigh in panic,
Seeing strange creatures with a hump
The Turks are going to Wallachia
Thickening the wild battle

18-A messenger rushes to the king
All dressed in blood
Say: Most Bright Lord
Lech Bobrzycki slughtered

19-Royal frown furrows
For companions this misfortune
Władysław said to the army:
Today I prefer death to the vulva

20-Spins his horse in a gallop
Seeing his armies in agony
And in the battle rushing scarves
Screams: soldiers to arms

21-Shattered copies fall,
Swords and musical kords,
The iron fist still breaks
Playing a war melody

22-In the strength of five hundred knights
The young king went against the Gentiles
And without losing his bravery at all
As he rushed, he prayed to God

23-Polish brave ride has gone
The Hungarians went like hell
Like a sharp steel splinter
Like the shining blade of a saber

24-And they were seen flying
A wild and crazy rush
And they were seen drowning
In an immeasurable sea of ​​Turks

25-King Władysław lost his horse
And he fell to the ground with momentum
He died under the pressure of the enemy
Together with the knights, he stood in heaven

26-The desecrated head of the king
The Turks stuck on pice
Hungarians like bees from a hive
They ran away in panic

27-Then he sat down with a feather under the escarpment
A learned monk, an old scribe
It was worth it or not
A retreat would be better, I guess

28-Horseradish good eater of bread
Time is racing over us
You have to die anyway
It's better like them

29-Anyway, the end of the work is crowned
The monk in the monastery boiled miserably
And the mad king of Varna
He has a tomb in beautiful Varna

30-He is respected by the Bulgarians
And they appreciate us thanks to him
So on a Black Sea beach
I pay tribute to the royal lands.




koncerz - sword used in while on horse, used from France to Tyrkey, has 3 different types: turkish, hungarian (same that was used in Poland) and western.

give me your mouth - in polish : kiss me, but less romanticly, and more friendly

clicked with single click - many clicked as one

sold outs - someone who is easy turn against allies for money

attack with a whip - attack fast