W noc głōd sztajfnieje w naszych śnikach (Silesian Neo Folk Song) 

This is a Silesian song that i wrote with the help of a fellow friend. With this song, I tried to come to terms with the expulsion from Silesia.
Below are the Lyrics in Silesian and English.
Silesian:
W noc głōd sztajfnieje w naszych śnikach
Za dni szusy dochodzōm ino z lasa
chudoba dotrzimuje kroku kolōnōm
A w mgle wilki z nami idōm
Jeszcze furgŏ świynty ôreł Polski
Matko nasza krew je ino twoja
Niych Polŏki robiōm na nŏs gōnitwã
To zŏwdy bydzie nasza ziymia
Ôh, znikła hyrskŏ moc
Żŏdyn zwōn niy zwōni bez czerwōnõ noc.
powolne kroki, już żŏdnyj wolności
wandruje lud bez jejich litości
Jedyn śpiywŏ nasze stare śpiywki
Czyrpie teschnotã z naszych piersi
Dziwoko i potynżnie brzmi to zasik
Czasy nigdy niy były nojgorsze
I za lud, co już niy mŏ hajmatu
Wandrujymy wyciepniyńci bez zło klimatu
Ludzie przichodzōm, suchajōm tyj melodyje
Jadymy dalij bez cudze szosyje
Hajmat, Hajmat! brzinkajōm nasze chōry
Twōj wyglōnd zdŏwŏ nōm sie nowy
Naszych tynorōw zwōniōm zwōny
I potynżnie brzmi bas ôrganowy
Jeszcze furgŏ świynty ôreł Polski
Matko, nasza krew je ino twoja
Niych Polŏki robiōm na nŏs gōnitwã
To zŏwdy bydzie nasza ziymia
English:
By night hunger lies frozen in our dreams
By day the shots pound from the the forest
Misery keeps pace with the columns
And the wolves come along through fog
Poland's sacred eagle is still flying
Motherland, our blood belongs to you alone
Let the Poles make a hunt on us
This will forever be our land
Oh, proud power is lost
No bells ring through the red night
Slow steps, no more freedom
The people wander without their mercy
Someone sings our old songs
Brings longing out of our chests
It sounds again, wild and truculent
Times never were that hard
And as people with no home
We now wander, exiled through this tough climate
People come, they hear these melodies
The journey continues, on unknown roads
Homeland, homeland! the choirs hum
Your image arises anew in us a
Our tenors ring bells
And Wild sound our Organ basses
Poland's sacred eagle is still flying
Motherland, our blood belongs to you alone
Let the Poles make a hunt on us
This will forever be our land
Tags ( Silesia, Upper Silesia, Folk Song, Expulsion, 1945, Oppeln, Kattowitz, Communists, Kommunisten, Schlesien, Oberschlesien )