My people! What’s the matter?
Where is the glory of earlier years?
Suffering, like grass,
To her overgrown trail.
You were born free,
But when he heard the call,
Your heroes have fallen,
And you - in disgrace - alive.
In chains, in an iron grip
You do not breathe!
Forward the same without a backward glance,
Look for freedom the way!
The hearts of spills
Do not put down for ever:
Freedom, justice -
Here's channel of these rivers.
Oh, do not be afraid of death!
After all, to die in combat
Worthy, believe me,
How to change yourself.
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