A keresés eredménye

Anthem of Krajna

In my homeland, so dear to me,
At the crack of dawn a song flows from the depths of the woods.
An oak wood together with beech, a quiet glory hymn rustles,
And the touching sing, a call of love, flows towards all our land.
 
My dear land, which since the dawn of days,
Has been feeding your children, so full of love.
For the food you bring, for the juicy spring from the depths of your womb,
for the breathing magic, for the gift of dew, be blessed.
 
O, lovely land, so full of deceptive words,
You belonged to the Piasts, and so you will again.
Neither the mighty gales of a stormy night, nor thunder, nor lightning
Shall break us and so we shall stand forever, us, heirs.