| All the Polish workers fight to make their stand
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| And behind them every honest working men
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| In unity there’s each other
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| And your friend becomes your brother
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| And in the tyrant’s heart will be a lesson learned
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them life
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We are with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for our nation through its darkest times
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| I know that your hearts are made of a further kind
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| And a riot stick won’t kill your piece of mind
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| You can fight with all the spirit that you possess
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| Because your fight is a struggle that is blessed
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them life
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We are with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for our nation through its darkest times
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| The tyrant has no smile upon his face
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| 'Cause he knows that in his mind he’s in disgrace
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| Remission of you will take his breath away
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| Until we come and we will have our day
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them life
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We are with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for our nation through its darkest times
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| As the Polish workers fight to make their satnd
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| And behind them evry honest working men
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| Join hands with your brother
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| And then you can help each other
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| Watch the tyrant burn in the fire that he had built |