Przyczynek do legendy o świętym Jerzym [English translation]

Saint George killed a dragon

Wiped the sword with satin mantle.

He’s adorned with black blood:

Dragon’s death – knight’s thing.

With hewed reptile wing

Dignitary drives flies away;

Evidence of triumph was put into saddlebag:

Full set of fresh dragon’s heads.

Saint George! Saint George!

Dragon bares toothless maw,

Thought it doesn’t dream about anything anymore -

To kill reptile – fate commands you,

So you could make it to altars,

But it’s not the end of the chanson!

With well-deserved fame

People were feeding The Dragon Killer

And admired bloody saddlebag,

From which was rising dragon’s stench.

Knight was struggling in purple

Among crowned heads

And there wasn’t any troubadour

Who wasn’t singing these words:

Saint George! Saint George!

Reptilian carcass lies in dust

As food for vermin and mold.

To kill reptile – fate commanded you,

So you could make it to altars,

But it’s not the end of the chanson!

He have been far and near,

He spread dragon’s stench everywhere.

Left his holy trace all around the world

Until he gone grey, losed weight and wilted.

And from ripped saddlebag

Step by step, fang by fang

was dragon’s brood growing

Mocking triumph of good over evil.

Saint George! Saint George!

You deserve holy sleep,

Modern ones tired you out well!

Because dragon-killing

Is easier than fight with everyday life,

But it’s not the end of the chanson!

Knight have died and in church

It was discoursed for few years

How to spit his skeleton,

Because world demands relics.

Dragons starts to swarm everywhere,

But you never have enough of saints!

Fairly! – someone will prompt:

Myth for myth! And bone for bone!

Saint George! Saint George!

Accountants count bones

How much faith will fit in them –

Sleep is not fated for your remains,

You have to start all over again

And there won’t be the end of the chanson...