Mieczysław Fogg - Piosenka o mojej Warszawie

Like the smile of a cherished maiden,
Like spring’s first whispering breeze,
Like swallows that sing at daybreak,
Like youth’s yet untold mysteries.
Like dewdrops that shimmer at sunrise,
Like love’s first tremulous call,
So does my heart leap as I sing this song—
A song for my Warsaw, my all.

Warsaw, beloved, my treasure,
You live in my dreams and my soul.
With your crowds in joyful motion,
With your streets alive in commotion,
You call me, you beckon, you long for
The songs and the words that console.
Oh, how I ache to behold you once more—
My Warsaw, my dreamland, my home.

How I long to walk without worry,
Retracing the steps of my past.
To wander down Marszałkowska,
To gaze at the Vistula from bridges,
To take the Nine tram to Aleje,
To vanish in Nowy Świat’s throng.
To see you once more as you smiled in my youth,
To know that you still smile at me.

I know that today you are different,
That war left its scars deep and wide.
That sorrow and loss weigh upon you,
That I, too, must grieve what has died.
Yet the Warsaw I hold in my memory,
I vow to restore at all cost.
Believe me, dear city, beyond song and beyond tears,
My life I will give, lest you’re lost.