Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Siedem grzechów głownych

More great valleys we've seen than peaks
We, of course, have been at Belshazzar's feast,
We learned the victorious Visigoths' tongue
On duty of the last Caesar, drunken with his pay
We outlived Roland, to attest Charlemagne's death
Not expecting grace from the empires' remnants.
With Louis the Saint, seeing ourselves in halos
We vomited blood into the Jerusalem's sands.
What was almighty - becomes absurd.
Where's sweet scent of Arabia? Where's the mysterious Siam?
Millennial religions are also not eternal for us
And democracy blooms, matures and passes...

And we are led by seven demons, that feed on us:

On the front goes pride with a dancing lantern,
Greed clung to the saddle and forages through the bags,
Lust romps under the armor, a tough temptation,
Stomach demands liquids and food to the glut,
Blissful sloth lures to the velvet beds,
Wrath wakes from sleep and blindly swings threats,
Envy doesn't know, what's sleep and silently kills

So armed with powers with no cure
We still erect and smash the empires.

So undoubtedly served to the every empire
We - the people of pen, sword and hare's fear
We are the reapers of our own works of creation,
Destroying them with a hare's fear, a sword or a song.
We travel alone on the past battles' trails,
Which are today ruled by weed, a stone or a lizard.
The horse stumbles, bothered by the saddle
and the rider in full armor, wandering over the hills.
We're like animals - intimate with death's rhythms,
Although human in us - still pushes to the New Jerusalem;
So we listen to the echoes of the new battles,
Because we know, at last we will hear them...

And we are led by seven demons, that feed on us:
On the front goes pride with a dancing lantern...

So armed with powers with no cure
We will still erect and smash the empires.