My Poland, I am just like many other emigrants
Tied to my roots, my traditions.
We all are still your children
Even if living in some other parts of the world.
Poland, we remember you.
We send our children to Polish schools to learn your language,
your history and prayers.
Oh my Poland, there is still an uncertain feeling in my heart
When I see materialism pressing into your borders
And removing God from young people's hearts,
Where Polish families are coming apart,
When the elderly and lonely are being forgotten.
They forgot about you, my native Poland.
Oh Mary, Poland's queen and mine,
I kneel before you whispering these words of prayer,
"I am beside you. I remember. I am on guard".