Basti - 303

Basti

There were no strong ones in the air
They were the best in the Battle of Britain, they mowed down scoundrels very nicely
Taking revenge for Poland, they flew as if in a trance.
They had a difficult start, at the beginning no one took them seriously
It was believed that Polish pilots could bring disgrace to British aviation
They finally got a chance and could prove themselves in aerial combat
Show courage and determination, kill Nazis, for the occupation
The British did not believe what the Poles were doing to the Germans
The British didn't fly like that. Our pilots were the aces
They were the best, they broke records, they were needed, they were honors
And later, after Yalta, their services were no longer mentioned in England
In the end they were left alone, the biggest losers were sold
There was no place for them anymore, what mattered was Stalin

Great parade of winners London avenue The Mall
June 8, 1946
The column of troops was several kilometers long
There were no Poles there x2

Whiz

A hurricane passes overhead in the sky
303 Squadron defends the Englishman
These are brave boys, our compatriots
They want to liberate Europe from the occupation
Even though they didn't trust them at first
They quickly convinced England
They mowed down the Luftwaffe, the enemies fell
Air elite in machines made of steel
Aces of the sky, after the war there was a grinding noise
Parade of Winners, but they were missing
What a shame, they didn't want these
What a Continent they fought for existence
Because they only wanted these pilots
And they have already forgotten those from other fronts
And those in the Squadron knew it
And they didn't take part in this Parade either
The Mall has no Poles
A nation that gave so much blood to the world
They fought for peace and died for it
And in thanks they will pray for them
They sold us... Before and after
They gave it to the Russians so as not to be a problem
Today we shout here with sincere pride
Squadron 303 Honor the Heroes

Great parade of winners London avenue The Mall
June 8, 1946
The column of troops was several kilometers long
There were no Poles there x2

Hice

I'm in the clouds, doing what I love
And Ama ouji* I care about my homies
I have a serial transmission, you want to jump out, I'm waiting
German trash that escapes in the air
303 - sky division
It's a job like that, shooting a person
Shoot the Soviet, shoot the German
I guard the sky, I look from above, I don't cheat, dude
There are walls between us, I speak from the heart
People talk nonsense, and that's bullshit
Whenever there's a scandal, it's the meek who have their brains hacked
Thinking you're stupid
You don't remember us, you don't remember them
You look at the date and you don't know what it's about
Someone has torn several pages of history from our lives
Proud of being Polish, I am the Unbreakable Soldier.
I don't want to die, not yet
Death is taking its toll as I look down from the sky
It's so easy to judge them and not trust them
Don't punish, forgive. We don't need war
We don't need war

Great parade of winners London avenue The Mall
June 8, 1946
The column of troops was several kilometers long
There were no Poles there x2