Dobre rady Pana Ojca [English translation]

Hear you young one, listen nicely,

And you'll lead your life productively.

Whence your fathers bones lie,

Own happiness you will come by.

Don't go away to foreign countries,

For they're full of vile ceremonies.

Pour your father, your throat wash

Learn to be one of the Poles.

Them Germans and the Frenchies

Put on Pluders and wear stockings.

Antichristian love they proclaim

And carry their ‘nads in the open.

Mugs in powders and fondants,

Lice in their wigs, claps in asses.

Pour your father, your throat wash

Learn to be one of the Poles

Don’t read foreign books and treatises

What you don't know- ask the priest

Learn the saddle, sabre, and the pitcher

And they'll know to call you a Sir.

Take no coin from the marketplace,

Leave to Jews their own affairs.

Pour your father, your throat wash

Learn to be one of the Poles

To shield the motherland is your duty

Since it's your own land by ancestry.

Treachery lurks all around -

Make a foray on your neighbour.

Once in the Capital city

Watch what are doing the politicians

At elections cast your vote

For the purse and not for word.

Pour your father, your throat wash

Learn to be one of the poles

Take from people with gigingerliness,

Give for your soul on the masses.

God virtuous reads intentions

And saves for future recollections.

Marry young, make lots of children

So your resting place they look after.

Of these lessons, your forefathers

Had given ample examples.

Here for ages your grandchildren

The exercise won’t have forgotten.

Pour your father, your throat wash

Learn to be one of the poles

This reasoning Poland stands for:

To hell with all other nations!

• Artist:Jacek Kaczmarski
• Album:Sarmatia