Class 5
School No. 2 in Parczew
My memory from the war
The Polish Army marches on,
the battle has started,
and cannons roar,
but our Polish Army
marches on, bold and brave.
It marches on, with no care
for death, for hardship or toil.
To the Homeland it gives
a sacrifice of life and blood.
They capture cities,
and now for the capital they fight.
And the blood, it pours,
in rivers thick.
But the Polish soldier
is a tenacious man.
He fights to the death
for Warsaw’s freedom.
The German occupiers
flee in disarray,
and our soldiers,
victorious, enter the city’s gates.
Our age-old enemy
is defeated at last.
The blood of our heroes
has given us freedom.