Nasze Polskie Kwiaty Melbourne 2025
The Polish Association in Melbourne has the honour of inviting you to the third edition of the Our Polish Flowers concert on the 24th (Albion) and 31st (Syrena) of August 2025.
We invite everyone who sings, dances, plays instruments and recites to take part in the concert and present their talents. We invite Polish schools, scouts and other youth organisations to take part in our concert.
This year, due to the limited duration of the concert, the organisers reserve the right to choose the Artists.
We kindly ask all those willing to perform to submit their applications by e-mail or by phone to 0491 035 342 and 0428 571 273.
Potential profits from the concert will be divided between the performing artists.
At the end, we will all sing this song:
There were so many of them that no one could count
Let there be a tower - a pyramid of dreams
Someone thought, and then a scream broke the silence
We will build a tower
I believe, I believe, I believe...
Although different words, different skin colors
If only I could find myself in an extraterrestrial sphere
Where are the mountain peaks, where among the clouds
You can face God himself face to face
Stairway to paradise
Cain wanted to be there and Abel
People without countries
The nameless builders of the Tower of Babel
We live in different parts of the earth now
Everyone has their center of the world somewhere else
But the Tower of Babel is always a dream
High enough to touch the stars in our dreams
We will build a tower
I believe, I believe, I believe...
Although different words, different skin colors
If only I could find myself in an extraterrestrial sphere
Where are the mountain peaks, where among the clouds
You can face God himself face to face
Stairway to paradise
Cain wanted to be there and Abel
People without countries
Like nomads without countries and roots
We are looking for you in the catacombs of big cities
There we will find the shadows of the Tower of Babel
In the underground of the subway we can touch the stars
We will build a tower
I believe, I believe, I believe...
We will write a template for fulfilled dreams
Because the countdown always ends at zero
Above the mountain peaks, above the clouds
Flying into space is not difficult in our era
We will build a tower
I believe, I believe, I believe...
We will write a template for fulfilled dreams
Because the countdown always ends at zero
Above the mountain peaks, above the clouds
Flying into space is not difficult in our era
Stairway to paradise
Cain wanted to be there and Abel
People without countries
The nameless constructors of the tower
We will build a tower
I believe, I believe, I believe...
Although different words, different skin colors
On the horizon of the sky in the extraterrestrial sphere
No mountains of your own, somewhere among the clouds
He will hear us when we say the word...
I believe