Hear these words, oh my good Lord

Do you remember good old times?

When the rust ate the swords

And the air sang with rhymes

Now the swords eat the flesh

And the air sings with cries

We have to fight for our land

And for the sun in our skies



We have the power of million hearts

Till death takes us apart

We are equal: slave and king

Bless'd by mighty Crown of Spring