Julian Tuwim “Polish Flowers”
Ignite the clouds above the city
Ring the golden bell on our hearts
Open Poland to us like lightning
You clear the cloudy sky
Let's clean the mother house
Yes, from our ashes and the ruins of the saints
as from our damned sins
Let him be poor, but pure
Our house was built from a cemetery
When the earth wakes up from the dead
And the dawn of freedom will gild it
Give us the rule of wise, good people
Strong in wisdom and goodness (…)
(…) Lightning falls in the name of fame
A proud man will take a weapon in his hand
Do not let the sword go unjustly
He had the handle of your passion cross
May the good be fulfilled
Noble hearts that grew in defeat
Bring us back the bread from the Polish field
Bring back the coffins made of Polish pine
But above all – on our words
They cunningly replaced the cheats
Restore unity and truth
Let the law always mean the law
And justice – justice.
