Angels are so silent
Especially those in the Bieszczady Mountains
When you meet one in the mountains
You won't talk to him much

At most he will tell you by ear
When he is in a good mood
That he carries his wings in his backpack
Even in good weather

The angels are all green
Especially those in the Bieszczady Mountains
They hide easily in the grass
And in abandoned orchards

They play green stealthily
Even the cards are green
The greens have a clue
And even a green glass

Angels from Bieszczady, angels from Bieszczady
You have a lot of joy and good weather
Bieszczady angels, Bieszczady angels
When they touch you with wings, you are already their brother

Angels are quite lonely
Especially those in the Bieszczady Mountains
In the chapels they take a nap in winter
Although maybe it is not appropriate for them

Sometimes such a lonely angel
He will forget where to go
And then the whole Bieszczady Mountains
They have crazy fun

Angels from Bieszczady, angels from Bieszczady
You have a lot of joy and good weather
Bieszczady angels, Bieszczady angels
When the wing rubs you, you are already their brother

Angels are eternally fleeting
Especially those in the Bieszczady Mountains
He also wears us sometimes
Following their angelic footsteps

They allow us
And with their wings they show the way
And then it ignites in us
Eternal fire from Bieszczady

Angels from Bieszczady, angels from Bieszczady
You have a lot of joy and good weather
Bieszczady angels, Bieszczady angels
When I graze you with wings, you are already their brother

Angels from Bieszczady, angels from Bieszczady
You have a lot of joy and good weather
Bieszczady angels, Bieszczady angels
When I graze you with wings, you are already their brother