Jacek Kleyff - Z drzewcem

Oh endure, tired and weak,
please forgive all those who have gone from you;
take care of your villages and cities,
take care of all of us and yourself...
With a barely standing pole instead of a mast,
time flies, people still without their sails,
they take a breath, but again they have no chance,
to catch up with their time that urgently calls...

How to live here, to not have any more resentment,
to say: "Yes" as if it was not a feat;
today we lack charm and a place,
because hundreds of reasons occupied by these resentments...

It is hard to keep believing in our dreams,
which becoming so boring as they last;
it is hard to just jump over ourselves,
when after each jump the bar is knocked down...
You don't know how to cope when nothing is simple,
to understand it, when someone with good intentions
has broken their promises just before the distribution
and twisted their heads...

Today, the young generation rejoices in your trust,
with a hygienic smile,
their speaking is like speech itself,
and when they eat, it is their only purpose.
You don't bow to balls in your fight,
you bow your head for two, or for a season;
a barrage of sausages and greaves,
the artillery prepares salceson!

Oh endure, tired and weak,
please forgive all those who have gone from you;
take care of your villages and cities,
take care of all of us and yourself...

Take care of all of us, all of us,
if you are not in need yourself...