Jacek Kaczmarski - Tradycja

Look at our kings roster –
Priests of foolish tolerance
Faces like catalogues of perversions
Brought from Germany, Italy, and France!
In the clouds, restless souls
Bodies lustful and imperfect
Fictitious pacts and alliances
Wasted royal dreams –

It’s not anyone else’s fault – but theirs:
The alliance of Hitler and Stalin!

Look at the shaved heads
Eyes sealed with honey
Protruding lips thirsty for blood
Bellies proudly displayed
Look at the spikes, moustaches, beards, brows
Fists grown onto sabres –
These are the proud days of the nobility
Responsible for our misfortune!

It’s for their sins – we are the pure ones –
Now the communists oppress us!

Sejm, assemblies, proposals, vetoes!
And – we won’t give up by a hair’s breadth!
This crowd following the caisson
Unaware of what fate brings!
No, these aren’t our ancestors!
We have nothing in common with them!
They won’t be our brothers – the uhlans!
We are no longer children of Piłsudski!

It’s their history that’s to blame
That ours will be completely different:

Forget wars and uprisings
Only the rightful bell to pull
The national struggle for mere survival
In agreement for the viceroy’s throne
Instead – a grave on this land for us
And the song of our ancestors, like echoes of a cup

That – “Poland was still alive then
When people died for her!”