Polish youth | Polish youth, long may they live

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Laura Prichard

Polska Młodzież

Language: Polish (Polski)

Our translations: ENG

Polska młodzież niech nam żyje,
Nikt jej nie przesadzi,
Bo jej ręka dobrze bije,
Głowa dobrze radzi,

Pognębieni, zapomnieni,
Od całego świata,
Własnych baliśmy się cieni,
Brat unikał brata.

Niech do boju każdy biegnie,
Piękne tam skonanie,
Za jednego, który legnie,
Sto mścicieli wstanie.

Zawsze Polak miał nadzieję
W mocy Niebios Pana,
On w nas jedność, zgodę wleje,
A przy nas wygrana.

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Francis Poulenc (1899 - 1963), "Polska Młodzież", FP 69 no. 3, published 1934 [ medium voice and piano ], from Osiem piesńi polskich = Huit chansons polonaises, no. 3, Éd. Rouart, Lerolle [sung text checked 1 time]

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ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "Polish youth", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 62

Polish youth

Language: English after the Polish (Polski)

Polish youth, long may they live,
None will settle,
Because of their fighting hands,
Good heads on their shoulders,

Oppressed, forgotten,
All over the world,
We were afraid of our own shadows,
Brother avoided brother.

Let each of them who runs into battle,
It will be beautiful there,
For each, who falls,
A hundred avengers will rise up.

Always, a Pole has hope
In the power of Omnipotent God,
He is one with us, fills us with concord,
And victory will be ours.

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a text in Polish (Polski) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
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This text was added to the website: 2019-12-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 83