Ze spuszczoną głową powoli idzie żo

Ze spuszczoną głową powoli
idzie żołnierz z niemieckiej niewoli.

Dudnią drogi, ciągną obce wojska,
a nad nimi złota jesień polska.

Usiadł żołnierz pod brzozą u drogi,
opatruje obolałe nogi.

Jego pułk rozbili pod Rawą,
a on bił się, a on bił się krwawo,

szedł z bagnetem na czołgi żelazne,
ale przeszły, zdeptały na miazgę.

Pod Warszawą dał ostatni wystrzał,
potem szedł. Przez ruiny. Przez zgliszcza.

Jego dom podpalili Niemcy
A on nie ma broni, on się nie mści...

Hej! ty, brzozo, hej ty brzozo-płaczko,
smutno szumisz nad jego tułaczką,

opłakujesz i armię rozbitą
i złe losy, i Rzeczpospolitą...

Siedzi żołnierz ze spuszczoną głową,
zasłuchany w tę skargę brzozową,

bez broni, bez orła na czapce,
bezdomny na ziemi - matce.

Wyniki (angielski) 1:

With bowed head slowly goes from a German soldier. They beat the road, pulling foreign troops, and Golden Autumn over Poland. Sat soldier under the brzozą on the road with aching legs. His regiment camped at Rawą, and he fought and he fought bloodily, He walked with the bayonet on the tanks, but it passed, trodden down to a pulp. Warsaw gave a last shot, then he walked. By the ruins. By ashes. His house set fire to Germany And he does not have weapons, he does not revenge ... Hey! you, brzozo, Hey you brzozo-płaczko, sad szumisz on his tułaczką, opłakujesz and the broken army and bad fortunes, and Republic of ... Seated soldier with bowed head, zasłuchany in this complaint, brzozową no weapons, no Eagle on CAP, a homeless man on earth-mother.

Wyniki (angielski) 2:

With his head bowed slowly
goes soldier from the German captivity. rumble of the road, pull foreign troops, and above them golden autumn Poland. He sat under the birch soldier in the road, he provides a sore leg. His regiment was camped at Rawa, and he fought and he fought bloodily, he walked with a bayonet on tanks iron, but passed, zdeptały to a pulp. In Warsaw he gave last shot, then walked. Through the ruins. By rubble. His house burnt Germany And he has no weapons, he did not take revenge ... Hey! you, brzozo, hey you brzozo-cryer, sadly szumisz over his wandering, mourning and shattered army and bad fate, and the Republic of ... Sitting soldier with his head bowed, listened to the complaint birch, without guns, without an eagle on his cap, homeless on the ground - his mother.

Wyniki (angielski) 3:

The spuszczoną head slowly
goes soldier from the German captivity.

Muffled road, pulling on foreign armies,
and over them golden autumn culture.

He sat a soldier under Spoonface Steinberg u road,
shall bear an obolałe legs. They

its in that area is under Rawą,
and he is smitten, and he smote the yellows,

went to mount the tanks, iron,
but passed zdeptały pulping.

backIn Warsaw he gave the last explosion,
then went. The ruins. itchy trigger fingers. They set the house

Germany
and he has no weapons, it is not him ...

Hey! You brzozo, hey ty brzozo-płaczko,
sadly szumisz over its tułaczką,

opłakujesz army and broken down by
and bad fate, and Republic of ...

Sitting soldier from spuszczoną head,
zasłuchany in this complaint toward Brzozowa,

without weapons,Without an eagle upon the mitre,
he lived on Earth - mother.