Tradycja [English translation]

Look at the fellowship of our kings1 -

Priests of ignorant tolerance.

Faces like depravity exhibits

carried from Germany, Italy and France!

In clouds perpetually their souls,

Bodies lustful and disfigured,

Fictional pacts and alliances,

Dreams of crown left to rot -

It’s none other’s but their own doing:

Hitler’s coalition with Stalin!

Look at the half-shaved head,

At the eyes blinded by the mead,

Pouting lips thirsty for blood,

The fat bellies carried ahead,

At tufts, moustaches, beards, brows,

Their hands grown around sabres -

It’s conceited nobles’ proud days

Responsible for our miseries!2

For once we have atoned for their sins

Now we’re hounded by communists!

Sejms3, assemblies, petitions, veto4!

And - we won’t give away the freedom!

The crowd waddling behind a transport,

Unaware what the fate has in store!

No, those aren’t our antecedents!

We’ve naught in common with them!

We won’t be the Uhlan's brothers!

We’re no longer Piłsudski’s children5 !

It’s their history’s responsibility,

That our own will run differently:

Forget wars and uprisings,

Only the one rightful bell rang

Of national semi-being

In agreement for a throne surrogate6.

In return - in this land a burial plot

And ancestral song, like a chalice of echo

that “Poland was not lost yet,

when it was worth dying for!”7…

1. See List of Polish monarch 2. A general reference to Polish culture, see Polish Golden Age and Wilanów - Sarmacja for purely cultural perspective3. This and following words are all political terms, see Sejm 4. See Liberum Veto 5. See Józef Piłsudski 6. See Józef Poniatowski 7. See The Polish Anthem