Wojciech Młynarski - Przetrwamy

Until common, simple words
don't degenerate pitifully
until devious newspeak
doesn't stick in our throats like a sad layer
until we tell the truth
relentlessly exercising our lips
in the language of Miłosz, in the language of Skarga
we'll survive...

Until there aren't too many candidates
willing to be put up on the pedestal
until we sit down at the table
to break bread together, not postulates
until we talk to one another
with respect, warmly, sincerely, genially
and not with mindless, witless force
we'll make it...

Let's believe, grey and tired
that not all of our effort will pass
and when we see our power
here, at our home and in our family
until we put a tablecloth on the table
even if it was poorly laid
here - the feast days and weekdays
we'll survive...

And when each and every one of us believes
what great strength is at their back
suddenly, they'll realise one day
that they fear less, fear less...
This familiar fright is a scumbag
but before we shoo it away entirely
we wish for us, we wish you
surviving...