Tell me, How are you within the ranks. Who are you writhing with? The lists You've made, good friend, are growing longer And longer, bogging and grabbing you through- What a sharper circle is made! Man, Nuremburg man, Try not to be so grim. You're still my president. Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Armai Krajowa, Beggers get underground! Scum. March forward, my way, My red Polish flag is going out. Warsaw, without the light, you're Never reflected. Warsaw, sharp and secret, where is your Home Army now?.....