Yugopolis i Maciej Maleńczuk: Sługi za szlugi (Czemuście pijani w samolot strzelali)

The servants are sitting and having a smoke; they do not have a conscience
They have so many people, good people by the short hairs
Hey brothers Russians, what is your fault ?
Who did hurt you ? – Servants or the cigarettes ?

Is there anyone who still writes poetry in Pushkin's homeland,
While the Rank of [soldiers] chests of rock is asking only for the money?
Please do not explain that you were so many years on your knees
Otherwise I have to ask you: what did you do being there?

Russians, Russians, my beloved Russians
You are so brave nation, but afraid of the Power
While you were drunk and shooting on a plane
The traitors from Brussel ordered a dinner

We Poles are already "hundreds of hangovers" away of this story
And those who governed us took out all their lies
Wake up brothers and sing with us
Don't give your souls to the iron-faced betrayers.

Russians, Russians, my beloved Russians
You are so brave nation, but afraid of the Power
Why you were drunk and shooting on a plane?
Servants ready to burn the world for cigarettes.

(this is "quick and dirty" translation made to give you the first feeling of the content; hope that someone with more feeling for Polish idioms will translate it again)