Hemp Gru - 63 Dni Chwały

This day was not ordinary, though apparently the same as any other,
disturbingly quiet, young people like us,
wishing to live, sultry August afternoon,
Seventeenth five minutes, its toll meet death without mercy,
just like that.

I remember about when I pass these arrays,
in the daily attack, the struggle for a better life,
blood stain where the torch is burning,
name X-late cross
Our team, like to go back back
AK lałoby like today his blood,
a world of sin, to the last breath,
heroes groan about our sleep,
Battalion HG, communications Juras WSP (elo)
in the name of memory, pale people honor
praise them for it, though a little imagination,
what was the ride where the corpse fell heavily,
last cry of Hitler kaput,
Their sufferings in the grave, these words to music,
for their toil and hunger, respect for stupas,
ema with humility, ticket public enemy.

(Refren-Chorus)
The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

The reality of street fighting, insurrection,
red-white armband,
tucked away at the gate insurgent,
throws a bottle of gasoline in the tank,
with a dedication bastards,
thundering explosions, for two months
black smoke of fires, hid the sun,
and on the other side of the Vistula River - the Red Army,
calmly looks like our city is dying,
inevitable defeat of the insurgents in those days,
Today we pay tribute to this piece,
and remember the 63 days of glory,
Juras said in greeting - a child in Warsaw.

(Refren-Chorus)
The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

PAHs, was born in this city,
by some yet we speak Polish,
Poland has not perished, when we live,
Here is a blood soaked every inch of land,
we trail immortal heroes
left a lasting impression, we will get to your destination,
so many young people gave their lives,
street children - a death toll,
in one hour they stood to defend the capital
rely on each other, they could count on each other,
nine weeks, the blood brothers, the city of ruins
shoulder to shoulder, fours squad moves to the sky,
hail of grenades, missiles rain, uneven struggle,
independence flag on the barricades,
freedom, dignity, honor that there is no substitute,
Insurgents glory, Warsaw, will not forget.

(Refren-Chorus)
The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

The price was the death of a taste of freedom,
rags of time has passed though, remember you brother,
the price was death, life gave grandfather,
63 days of glory, not converting losses.

Warsaw's children, we go into battle,
For every rock your, Seat, ladies blood!
Warsaw's children, we go into battle,
When you order your fall, suffer the wrath of enemies!