Jacek Kaczmarski - Ballada wrześniowa

We’ve waited so long for this day
With eager hope in our souls
When without words, Comrade Stalin
Moves arrows on the map with his pipe

A single cry sped along the border
And before it silenced, cannons thundered
Then, like a storm,
The Red Army set out to fight

What is this new story?
Europe asks in astonishment
What is this? These are Molotov’s boys
And Ribbentrop’s allies

Their victories are marked by a series of victories
The banner of freedom crowned with glory
With the heads of Polish landowners
The entire Ukraine is paved

Podole falls, Volhynia in tribute
The people welcome the new regime with song
Estates and churches burn
And Christ falls with a bullet in the back of his head

Above the battlefield, hands are raised
Into a common fist that takes your breath away
Countless children of Soso
The invincible offspring of Hitler
Countless children of Soso
The invincible offspring of Hitler

Already erased from the map, the bastard of Versailles
Already free Jews and Belarusians
Never again will a Polish hand
Force them to anything

Their new freedom is proclaimed by “Pravda”
The news spreads across the world at once
That one now unites the banner
The star, the sickle, the swastika, and the hammer

History will not forget these days
When the old continent froze in astonishment
And future generations will honour us
After the first of September – the seventeenth
And future generations will honour us
After the first – the seventeenth