Rozszumiały a weeping willow - Польский


Rozszumiały a weeping willow,
She burst into tears in the girl's voice.
Tears shining eyes raised
For a soldier, the fate of a hard life.

    We do not szumcie willow
    Regret, as your heart breaks.
    There is no crying girl,
    Because the partisans is not bad.
    We are playing to dance
    Grenades, SWAP jaws.
    Death mows like Ian,
    But we do not know what fear is.

Mud, rain or solar hotness,
Always hear regular, equal step
This forest marching infantry,
Singing on the lips, face calm, serene gaze.

    Not szumcie willow us ...

And although the road is not our end,
Although we do not know where the journey end,
But we are sure of victory,
Because already poured so much blood and tears.

    Not szumcie willow us ...
1937