Him, who forgets his own country
learning that the blood of the Czech is spilling,
Who feels brother to the Yugoslavs,
Norwegian when suffers the Norwegian people,
With the Jewish mother over her beaten sons,
he bends, Writhing his hands in pain,
When Moscow falls – feels Muscovite,
With the Ukrainians lament Ukraine,
He who opens his heart to all,
Is French, when France suffers, a Greek
when the Greek nation is starving,
He is from my homeland. He is a man.
Ten jest z ojczyzny mojej, Antoni Słomiński, 1964