chief-denunciator 08.01.14, 09:50 By Chief Denunciator National Investigative Correspondent, DPwN News Angol portkami trzęsie.. Ale nic mu to nie pomoże! High Noon! I nic po za tym!! Chodzi o honor Polaków! Ot, co... Odpowiedz Link Obserwuj wątek Podgląd Opublikuj
chief-denunciator Re: High Noon! 08.01.14, 10:20 Bardzo proszę zauważyć Body Language tych dwóch panów! Bardzo wymowne! Ot, co... Odpowiedz Link
chief-denunciator Red poppies on Monte Cassino 08.01.14, 10:34 By Chief Denunciator National Investigative Correspondent, DPwN News Wklejam po angielsku, aby i nad Temizą mogli przeczytać... Do you see that rabble on the peak? There, your foe is hiding like a rat You have to, you have to, you have to Grab his neck and from the clouds, knock him down And they went ferocious and mad And they went to kill and to avenge And they went like always unyielding Like always, for honor, fight Red poppies on Monte Cassino Instead of dew, were drinking Polish blood Through these poppies walked soldier and died But stronger than death was his wrath Years go by and centuries will pass The traces of old days will last And all the poppies on Monte Cassino Will be redder because from Polish blood they'll grow They charged through fire, expendable Not just one, took a bullet and died Like those madman of Samosierra Like those, years before, at Racławice They charged with force of madmen And they made it. The assault was successfull And their white and red banner Was raised on the rubble among the clouds Red poppies on Monte Cassino Instead of dew, were drinking Polish blood Through these poppies walked soldier and died But stronger than death was his wrath Years go by and centuries will pass The traces of old days will last And all the poppies on Monte Cassino Will be redder because from Polish blood they'll grow Do you see this row of white crosses? There Pole with honor, took oath. Walk forward, the farther, the higher The more of them you'll find at your feet This earth belongs to Poland Although, Poland is far away from here Because freedom, by crosses, is measured This is history's, one mistake Red poppies on Monte Cassino Instead of dew, were drinking Polish blood Through these poppies walked soldier and died But stronger than death was his wrath Years go by and centuries will pass The traces of old days will last And all the poppies on Monte Cassino Will be redder because from Polish blood they'll grow Ot, co... Postscriptum Mam nadzieję, że Angole się zarumienią ze wstydu... Odpowiedz Link
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