Marcin Styczeń - A ojciec Kolbe nie mówi nic

Cell without windows
lights or a bunk bed
cold and tight as a grave
someone whispers a simple prayer in silence
it is food for hunger

Locks screeched
the door ajar
there are two SS men in the doorway
one of them snaps contemptuously
- You'll die here today

And Father Kolbe says nothing
he looks only with tenderness
because the hostile smile disappears in no time
in the clash with pure love

And Father Kolbe says nothing
silence speaks for him
because it disarms enemies in no time
He turns violence into love

Cell without windows
lights or a bunk bed
cold and tight as a grave
no one hears any prayer anymore
we have run out of His words

Locks screeched
The door ajar
There are two SS men in the doorway
one of them was like
-I think it's over
the other grabs the pulse

And Father Kolbe from the heaven's gates
He looks fondly at them
because He had always wanted
to bestow love upon His enemies

And Father Kolbe at the gates of heaven
In the arms of the Immaculate Mother of God
because He had always had one desire
For love to rule the world