The soldiers who gave their lives for their country,
The soldiers who gave their blood for their motherland.
The soldiers have to retreat, we watch them go.
The soldiers can fight no more, a defeat in the cards.
The soldiers lay dead, while the Germans have a drink.
The soldiers want peace, they want to stop the fight.
The soldiers are stuck watching a cycle of strife; early mornings and late nights.
The morning dew has turned red,
feeding the flowers their color.
As the ground turns redder,
the flowers seem to fuse with the ground.
The red poppies grow on the disturbed soil, their bright red bringing honor for who else but…
The soldiers who gave their lives for Poland.