Slasko Dabrowski Bridge spanning the Vistula River in Warsaw (Poland)

... Some day, I will stop time.
Spread my wings like a bird.
I will fly like the wind
down to where my dreams
come true in Warsaw's multicolour streets

If you wish to see a Vistula dawn,
then come and ride along with us.
You will find out the glory that can be
a Warsaw day.

In the song A Dream of Warsaw

by Czesław Niemen

Grunwaldzki Bridge across the river Vistula in Krakow (Poland)

Tell me who I'll marry, tell me who he'll be
While the Vistula is flowing
By the green oak tree
While the Vistula is flowing
By the green oak tree

Here's a builder come to woo you
No one can build a house like he can
Fondly he tells you that he loves you
As he loves his houses

In a song by Judy Collins

Bridge over the Vistula River in Ustron, Silesia (Poland)

Vistula flows and flows,
Through the Polish countryside,
And for as long as it flows,
Poland will not perish.

The Vistula River

song from Poland

Marshal Edward Rydz-Śmigły Bridge over the Vistula River in Wloclawek, Kuyavia (Poland)

 This train ride from Warsaw
to Wloclawek is perfect.
Mother's old albums were right;
all shades of sepia,
with black and white
and gray, passing
and the perfect time of year—
early in December—
fields, orchards and gardens
on their way to freezing solid.
A few snowflakes come on cue,
and so too the old woman—
slowly, slowly up her slope,
...

In the poem From Warsaw to Wloclawek

Myron Ernst