Za Niemca nie było niczego, a za Sowieta tylko jedna godzina polskiego w szkołach

Cyprian Kamil Norwid My song To the land where a crumb of bread They pick up from the ground out of respect For the gifts of heaven, I miss you, Lord. * To the land where it is a great sin To spoil a stork's nest in a pear tree, Because they serve everyone, I miss you, Lord. * To the land where the first bows Are like Christ's eternal confession: "Praised be You!" I miss you, Lord. * I miss also another thing, Whose home, I no longer know where, Equally innocent... I miss you, Lord. * For longinglessness and thoughtlessness, For those who see yes for yes, no for no, Without chiaroscuro, I miss you, Lord. * I miss you there, where who stands for me? And so it must be, even though it will not happen. My Friendship! I miss you, Lord.