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The free wind has sung free songs to thy name,
Green woods caught them with friendly voices,
The sun called with its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured faith into broken forces.

And in time of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
Thou hast budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the land of thy sires,
Thou hast flooded and poured, unabated.

Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, hill and vale streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy crown is made bright,
Like a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.

Thou dost quiver and echo with songs of the bards,
Long-past years thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly facing mysterious futures.

In the sun thou goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams, gold-adorn?;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though great be his ire,
Thou fearest no path briared and thorny.

From end unto end, frontier mound unto mound,
On the breezes renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day born now.

Now there are no axes among forests green,
Felling young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark seen
In summer with scythes ringing, glinting.

Strength is known in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, breasts quiver,
In their books a new law, with pens of sun-scythes,
New people are writing for ever.

Blossom them, and raise, soaring upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth into great spaces, bring
Strength by the witch-noose unsullied.

Send messengers forth, send unto the world's bound,
As falcon from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good news far-ringing.

Enough, dearest country, in field, wood and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou spendst night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bare bones scouring.

Arise from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er sires crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy place
Of honour and fame among nations.


I pledge my loyalty to you
My thousand-year old land
From the Sz?a to the sea
From the Drina to the Una
You are unique
The only homeland I have
You are unique
Bosnia and Herzegovina
May God save you
For the generations to come
You are the land of my dreams
The land of my forefathers


Proudly rise the Balkan peaks,
At their feet Blue Danube flows;
Over Thrace the sun is shining,
Pirin looms in purple glow.
Oh, dear native land,
Earthly paradise!
For your loveliness, your beauty
E'er will charm our eyes.


Our Beautiful Homeland
Beautiful is our homeland,
O so fearless, o so gracious,
Our fathers' ancient glory,
May God bless you, live forever!

You are our only glory,
You are our only treasure,
Yes, we love your plains and valleys,
Yes, we love your hills and mountains.

Sava, Drava, keep on flowing,
Danube, do not lose your vigor,
Deep blue sea go tell the whole world,
That a Croat loves his homeland.

When his fields are kissed by sunshine,
When his oaks are whipped by wild winds,
When his dear ones go to heaven,
Still his heart beats for Croatia!


Where is my homeland, where is my homeland,
Water's rustling o'er the meadows,
Pinewoods murmuring o'er the mountains,
Ochards are radiant with spring blossoms,
Earth's paradise on sight,
And that is that beautiful land,
Czech land, home of mine,
Czech land, home of mine.
Where is my home, where is my home?
If, in a heavenly land, you have met
Tender souls in agile frames,
Of clear mind, vigorous and prospering,
And with a strength that frustrates all defiance,
That is the glorious race of the Czechs,
Among Czechs is my home.


Today on Macedonia, is born
the new sun of liberty
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!

For now on, the flag flies
(that) of the Krushevo Republic
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!

The burning Macedonian forests sing
(of) new songs, new news
Macedonia is liberated
Liberty lives!
Macedonia is liberated
Liberty lives!


Poland has not yet succumbed.
As long as we remain,
What the foe by force has seized,
Sword in hand we'll gain.
March! March, Dabrowski!
March from Italy to Poland!
Under your command
We shall reach our land.

Cross the Vistula and Warta
And Poles we shall be;
We've been shown by Bonaparte
Ways to victory.
As Czarniecki Poznan town regains,
Fighting with the Swede,
To free our fatherland from chains,
We shall return by sea.


Russia - our sacred land.
Russia - our most beloves land.
Mighty of wil and glorious -
Your virtue is immortal!
Sing to the Fatherland, free,
The union of brotherly peoples ,
Led by the wisdom of our forefathers!
Ours Glorious land! You are our pride!
From the southern seas up to polar regions,
Stresch our forrests and fields.
The sun shines brightly on you! Our one and only
Native land, bestowed upon us by god!
Wide open spaces as wide as our dreams,
The future is open to us.
You give us the strength to carry on, oh beloved motherland
You have always been and forever shall be!


Lighting flashes over the Tatra, the thunder pounds wildly,
Lighting flashes over the Tatra, the thunder pounds wildly.
Let them pause, brothers, they will surely disappear,
the Slovaks will rise again,
Let them pause, brothers, they will surely disappear,
the Slovaks will rise again.
This Slovakia of our has been fast asleep until now,
This Slovakia of our has been fast asleep until now.
But the thunder and lighting are encouraging it to come alive,
But the thunder and lighting are encouraging it to come alive.


God's blessing on all nations,
Who long and work for that bright day,
When o'er earth's habitation
No war, no strife shall hold its sway;
Who long to see
That all man free
No more shall foes, but neighbours be.


Ukraine, neither glory, nor will has not died yet,
Still to us, young brothers, will sneer a share,
Our enemies, as dew on the sun will die,
We shall begin to live also, brothers in the country.

We become the brothers in fight bloody from San to Don,
In native territory forcible we shall not give anybody,
The black sea still sneer, Grandfather of Dnieper will be delighted,
At our Ukraine life will ripen.

And nevertheless, the great work still will show,
And the free song above Ukraine will be carried by,
Songs above Carpathians, above steppes,
To Ukraine the glory will be between enemies.

Soul, body we let's assume for our freedom,
We also shall show, that the brothers causac family.


Hey Slavs! our grandfathers' word still lives,
As long as their sons' heart beats for the people.
It lives, the spirit of Slavs lives, it will live for centuries,
The abyss of hell threatens in vain, the fire of thunder is in vain.
Now let everything above us be carried away by the bura*.
The rock cracks, the oak breaks, let the ground shake.
We stand steadfastly like cliffs;
Let the traitor of his homeland be damned!