Ostatnia Milicja

To the tune of My Pierwsza Brygada (Look it up on youtube)

A home is a soldiers' hope, The brave are a sacrifice pyre, The country is a soldier pride, The end is a soldier fate

We the Last Militia, a group of survivors, We've thrown on the pyre Our life's fate on the pyre, on the pyre.

How much suffering and toil, How much blood and tears have flowed, despite it all there's no doubt Finding a home gave us strength.

We the Last Milita...

They cried that all is lost! Not believing us, that there's a way! . Bereft of all, we've shed our blood With our dear leader at our side!

We the Last Milita...

We want nothing of your acclaim, Nor your tears nor your words. We're done with making claim To your hearts, to your purse!

We the Last Milita...

We've fanned the fire of zeal From the sparks of steadfast youth, Carried our lives for an ideal And, from falsehood, extracted truth.

We the Last Milita...

For the sake of posterity, We'll devote the rest of our days, To sow honor 'mid duplicity, Heedless both to blame and to praise.

We are the Last Milita...