Hear me out, old friend.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik,
and even you would not believe your eyes.
Thousands came to say their last good-byes.
This many people you had never met.
They vowed they would not let the world forget
the senseless way in which you were gunned down.
I told you you should not go into town.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
Everyone from the mill passed in review.
They had to say their last farewells to you.
And all the guys from Solidarity
spread banners on your box in sympathy.
It got to be a pretty festive day.
We fought to see who’d carry you away.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
The guys at work pitched in and got a band.
You know how they all liked to lend a hand.
Your sister cried a lot but you know girls,
they weep at anything as life unfurls.
Your mother hugged your casket while she could.
She can’t accept the fact you’re gone for good.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
The priests keep telling us to keep our cool.
Anyone making trouble is a fool.
They say it like they don’t believe it’s true.
They witnessed all the violence as it grew.
They’re telling us that we should not get sore
But some guys want to even up the score.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
There’s quite a rhubarb here since you’ve been gone.
The underground keeps urging people on
to fight against the rule of martial law.
It’s worse now than it’s ever been before.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
Sleep peacefully, old friend. We all regret
your tragic death. It’s one we won’t forget.
Nowa Huta, once communism’s jewel
now is your shrine whose earth will keep you cool.
We buried you today Bogdan Wlosik.
– Edward Grocki
