Eye - Польский


Roar around the forest,
Is it real, or a dream?
What do you like,
What that reminds
View this familiar?

    Vistula yellow sand,
    Village of straw roof.
    Fluid flows Oka,
    How wide Vistula,
    How deep Vistula.

Roar, hey, rustling forest,
Where art thou cast us?
Dolo dolo ours,
Hey, dolo wanderer
Where art thou cast us?

    He was already more than one forest,
    Many went rivers.
    But the most beautiful,
    but the most beautiful
    It is our bank of the Vistula.

Bloody Vistula shore ...
How is tired, hurt,
Grief gripped our hearts,
Wisło, our Wisło
In the German captivity.

    Beautiful is the Vistula River shore,
    Oki is a beautiful shore.
    As Ułańska charge,
    From the Vistula to Gdansk
    We go, we come!