Mountains reach the sky
and plenty of green
A dirt road among flowers
and the broken cross
A stream hidden in the dark
and an orchard run wild
An old Orthodox church at larch
and the broken bell
An overgrown cemetery
with wild lilac bushes
How many tears and how much injustice
could have been here
The moon over Otryt
The sky full of stars
Grey dormice started dancing
The River San lulls us to sleep

Chorus:
These are just they
These are just my Bieszczady mountains

Fields of an old village
overgrown with alder
Who was ploughing or sowing them
No one knows today
Dead spruces creak
it’s the wooden crying
The world ends in Sokolniki
then is only the forest
Wires along the border
separates two nations
The wall of hate separates them
and I’m horrified by it
The River San is so shallow
at Beniowa’s bank
It separates people and their thoughts
Its anger is terrible