rode bow to the dead alive, lying in the ground
Russian distance,
rode with hearts full of sorrow, pain
memory; not arrived.
This Earth Massacre
unfavorable to us constantly demands sacrifices of Polish blood. Well
tragic in our common destiny -
Sons Lech and Rus - stuck for years?
Something must change in our common destiny,
To be able to go ahead with raised brow.
Let us stand together in the Land of Lech, already
consistent, friendly, we Slavs wheel.
Zawieśmy futile disputes and barking, Because time
ways to squander it finally
Let us reject our old
acids improve our friendships soon!
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