O, my homeland, my homeland,
a river of souls in your veins,
in every atom of you,
a garden of soul, colored in spring.
Fragments of your sacred embrace,
are my very own,
bones of my ancestors,
rest in your dust.
Turning our faces away from you,
where will we show our faces then?
If we leave our home,
where will we find refuge?
O, my homeland, my homeland,
O, my homeland, my homeland.
In the gathering of friends now,
where will we find this peace?
If we turn away from you,
where will we go?
If we turn away from you,
where will we go?
If we turn away from you,
where will we go?
O, my homeland, my homeland,
O, my homeland, my homeland,
O, my homeland, my homeland,
O, my homeland, my homeland.
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