With pigtails, rosy cheeks
they praise an ancient freedom,
silent beauty of our northern lands
summer meadows, sun and skies.
But when with rose-bud lips
they praise our honored name
I think of troops that ravaged Poland,
of people starving, yoked by tax,
I see our pilfered goods,
castles built with blood,
I feel our ancient honors slip
into a shroud
a darker shade of brown.
Today Claudia wants us to address our national anthem and write poetry about it. Our song which actually never mentions Sweden by name was written when past honors of the battlefield was praised higher than today. Sweden is actually only mentioned in the Polish national anthem. Still we sing it, and the first verse is actually better than the second.