Through Saxon Square, Circassian sotnias rush
And in front of the castle, hundred bonfires burn
How do you do it, your Excellency
That they hate you on every side?

Mister margrave, you don't think on an order
So for Tzar you're already suspicious
Won't believe Petersburg nor Moscow
Pole, that has his own plans

Mister margrave still paces on a rope
It's dangerous to walk so high
After all, the defeat won't miss him
Because has ill luck, whoever that's born here

Your disdain, no one will forgive
We're ignorant, mettlesome and weapy
And thou art proud, thou didn't with us deign to
Welter in national borscht

Why do you spout logic into our faces?
We didn't read Hegel his nibs
For us Chopin - pea and cabbage
And from time to time uprising

Mister margrave still paces on a rope
Chasm on the left and chasm on the right
If from countryman's hand he won't die
Then from office he'll retire in infamy
So much work, mister count, and for nothing
In vain that branka into recruits
Will be, what has to be - we're ordinary
Fight without arms, katorga and knouts

Nation, margrave, you won't change
Wisdom here is rarely used
And one thing, we really can do
Is to lose most beautifully in the world

Mister margrave still paces on a rope
Though ungainly and has a frame of a boar
And when he falls, he'll gain only
Label of a traitor instead of a statue

That you fell is a common fate of Poland
Everyone will ultimately fall of this rope
But why did you forget, Wielopolski
That to fall you also need nicely?

That you fell is a common fate of Poland
Everyone will ultimately fall of this rope
But why did you forget, Wielopolski
That to fall you also need nicely?