Dorota Wójcik - Aria Hanny

”Until the grave in a celibate state"
Such a strange resolve
Cup-bearer's wife is saying
That both are freedom their protecting
So they won't succumb to tears
When the sacred, unswayed voice
Despite wife's pleas and cries
Calls to leave their home!
I praise the noble thought
But to repel your delusions
Oh, brave knights I will say this openly
Polish women you know not at all!

Which, oh which
Daughter of this land
Does no tremble from the birth
With the life of her life

Which, oh which
Does the divine chains break
Those that hold together
Family bonds through the soul?

When Heavens will it
Demanding sacrifice
A fiancee will break
Through the fear for sure!

And rather than wedding
Oh young knight,
More sacred altars
She will show you herself!

The wife of a soldier
Cares not for the toils
With the sign of the cross
Shows him way to glory!

And mother will curse
A cowardly son
She'll bear bloody death
Better than infamy

Which, oh which
Daughter of this land
Does no tremble from the birth
With the life of her life

Which, oh which
Does the divine chains break
Those that hold together
Family bonds through the soul?