Polish National Identity and Governance

Here is Poland. Here is Poland. Free, independent, sovereign.

Here is Poland.

The wind from the Vistula bends leaves on Szucha Avenue.

The building fell silent, but the street is listening.

Rejtan stands at the gates as the streetlights go out.

He guards the law, even as the fog rolls in.

In the shadow of the offices, Creon casts the dice.

The night architect of a new reality. They came for the seals while Warsaw slept, but this old fortress still would not yield.

This is our home, this is our blood. Hear the nation's anger today.

This building will endure, the night will pass.

This power is in our hands. This is our home.

This is our blood. Hear the nation's anger today. You are committing a crime.

The assault on the Constitutional Tribunal is ongoing.

President Karol Nawrocki urgently cuts short his trip to Senegal and returns to the country.

Here is the golden horn, breaking in your hands.

The nation watches in silence, no one climbed in with anguish.

Kordian flees the government from the rooftop of a building.

Who betrayed the country today, and who waits for dawn?

The free signal fires are burning. The murky water peers in, when our fathers' accord hangs in the balance.

Judas' silver coins gleam in the neon light.

You hold in contempt the judgments of the highest thrones.

Today, lightning strikes the foundations of the house.

You want to rewrite Poland in secret, without anyone knowing.

But the nation is a fire smoldering beneath the ashes.

You won't manage to push us into the land of silence.

This is our home. This is our blood. Hear the nation's anger today.

President of Poland. The night will pass.

This power is in our hands. This is our home.

This is our blood. Hear the nation's anger today.

Behold the golden horn, cracking in your hands.

The nation watches in silence. No one climbed in with anguish.

Kordian flees the government from the rooftop of a building.

Who betrayed the country today, and who awaits the dawn?

He will never tell you, “Forward.” I will always tell you, “Follow me.”

I was, I am, and I will be with you. Long live the Polish Army!

Long live Poland! This is our blood. This building will endure.

The night will pass. Our strength.

I solemnly swear that I will uphold the provisions of the Constitution.

I will steadfastly safeguard the dignity of the Nation, the independence and security of the State.

So help me God.