Slovian - Wojownik Znad Wisły

Some people look at their mother as I see them as a warrior,
I see his experiences, which bring many tears to my eyes,
Destroyed for so many years, with so many scars,
Constantly thrown logs, tainted by arrangements,

Yet he still stands, full of strength and courage,
Red blood on the hand, white bandage wrapped around,
The fight for existence, despite many adversities,
Big wings on the back - a symbol of eternal freedom,

He was born a long time ago, in a three-digit year,
From the very beginning he was by nature someone who spared no steps,
Leaps in development, darkness in conflicts,
Raised by a wolf from an early age,

A wolf from forests, mountains, lakes and the sea,
They were created when the aurora flashed in the sky,
Nature is quite wild, but already tamed,
Slavic by nature, preferring invasion rather than defense,

Several centuries full of wars with their own brothers,
For a piece of land over which the sun will darken,
An ax in my hand, picked up when I was young,
Connecting home of those from the east and west,

The center of the world, in the center our warrior,
On the one hand, a bastard, on the other, a favorite son,
Slowly he grew up hearing the song of the old choirs,
Guided by the words of great rulers and kings,

Despite several hostile people, with different mothers,
He did not allow himself to be taken away, having everything in abundance,
But he was still a kid, young in this story
no one thought that he would shout out Victoria's words at the end

As he grew up, so did his surroundings,
Denial, narrowness, slightly hostile attitude,
Sieges, numerous battles, and all just to
To know the beautiful place where gold still reigns,

Again, an ax in the right hand and a shield in the left,
On the chest there is a White Eagle, the fight is just beginning,
For honor, existence, for all heritage,
Childhood ended with the first undress,

Adulthood strikes just beyond the borders of home,
When your thoughts run away, when they destroy you for no reason,
We will not grant a divorce between the inhabitant and the land,
Although a brother from one mother, different goals at a different price,

Maybe one of the youngest, maybe the reason is simple,
To burn all the bridges, to prevent spring,
But after deciding sides in this civil war,
Where for the first time the youngest son became a role model,

The fact has been discovered that it is not so easy to suppress it,
And the eagle's wings on its back will not lose the snow feathers,
And a warrior walks, now grown up and calm,
That despite adversities, he still remained free...