Patriotyczne - Marsz Mokotowa

March of Mokotów District

No zurnas playing for us
And no snare drums grorl, as we strike,
These August nights
And strong arms are surely enough for us.

Let this song flow from barriccades
Among blocks of flats, corners and gardens,
Let's join lads in their foray,
Arm in arm, all people of Mokotów.

This first march has mysterious power,
Passes through Your chest, so loud, that You can't breathe,
No matter - heat from the sun, or cool night,
Leads us beyond cannon fire.

This first march is call itself,
Let it resound and last to roar of guns,
Battalion started assault somewhere,
Tear went off, as well as the first shot!

Let wind carry it to the city,
Like a torch - flaming and bleeding,
Let it rest, up, in the sky, on stars,
Can You hear it, blazing Warsaw?

Let it resound in familiar streets,
In Alleys, where lilacs won't bloom anymore,
Where homes has been turned into fortresses,
And hearts, thanks to fervor, never cool down!

This first march has mysterious power,
Passes through Your chest, so loud, that You can't breathe,
No matter - heat from the sun, or cool night,
Leads us beyond cannon fire.

This first march, day by day,
Should shiver in trees creaking and hearts,
No useless complaints, no needless words,
It's our blood and someone's tears!