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So long as we still live.
What the foreign force has taken from us,
We shall with sabre retrieve.
March, march, Dąbrowski,
From Italy to Poland.
Under your command
We shall rejoin the nation.
We’ll cross the Vistula, we’ll cross the Warta,
We shall be Polish.
Bonaparte has given us the example
Of how we should prevail.
March, march, Dąbrowski,
From Italy to Poland.
Under your command
We shall rejoin the nation.
Like Czarniecki to Poznań
After the Swedish annexation,
To save our homeland,
We shall return across the sea.
March, march, Dąbrowski,
From Italy to Poland.
Under your command
We shall rejoin the nation.
A father, in tears,
Says to his Basia
Listen, our boys are said
To be beating the tarabans.
March, march, Dąbrowski,
From Italy to Poland.
Under your command
We shall rejoin the nation.