First of September, in 'thirty-nine's rise
Jeziorki's clash, under the skies
German saboteurs, Polish patrol's cries
In the border's dance, where conflict ties

Luftwaffe's roar, in the air's hold
Bombing raids, tales of old
Battle of the Border, brave and bold
In Poland's land, the story's scold

Mościcki's decree, a state alarmed
Emergency's call, the world as armed
Henderson's ultimatum, the tension charmed
Ribbentrop's response, the nations charmed

Luftwaffe's roar, in the air's hold
Bombing raids, tales of old
Battle of the Border, brave and bold
In Poland's land, the story's scold

From fire at the border, to diplomatic flight
In the symphony of war, where day meets night
Assurances sought, in the peace's light
In the echoes of history, where wrong seeks right

Luftwaffe's roar, in the air's hold
Bombing raids, tales of old
Battle of the Border, brave and bold
In Poland's land, the story's scold

On the first of September, the world's song
In the canvas of time, both weak and strong
From battles to diplomacy's throng
In the heart of humanity, where hope belongs

On the first of September, the world's song
In the canvas of time, both weak and strong
From battles to diplomacy's throng
In the heart of humanity, where hope belongs