Ich troje - Dokąd idziesz Polsko

So many years of history passed,
Thousand roads, which you have been already going,
Dangerous turns
And waiting in hope
Better days and rich years.

My father about in half of a century,
Looked through the window, as I do today.
And he asked himself the same question:
“How like will it be here in few years’ time?”.

Where are you going to, Poland? Where are you going to, country?
Whether to the hell gates, or to the gate of paradise?
What do you desire today, what do you need,
To quickly reach the heaven itself?

Autumn will again greet us with its gold
And another year will pass without any changes.
And The Uhlans will get going behind ocean, in gallop,
To build a house, where they don’t want us.

On Christmas the carol will be played for us again,
We’ll sit as we did in those years’ time.
And we’ll ask ourselves the same question:
“How like will it be here in few years’ time?”

Where are you going to, Poland? Where are you going to, country?
Whether to the hell gates, or to the gate of paradise?
What do you desire today, what do you need,
To quickly reach the heaven itself?

Where are you going to, Poland? Where are you going to, country?
Whether to the hell gates, or to the gate of paradise?
What do you desire today, what do you need,
To quickly reach the heaven itself?