There is a place
At the cross-roads,
Where the west meets the east ...
Our navel of the world,
Our poor paradise ...
There is a place
Such a land.

over pastures
Hauling smoke,
Willows like phantoms
In the veils of fog,
Here is a roadside cross,
There is a holy grove ...
There is a place
Such a land.

Who’s gonna here
In despair remain,
To wring one’s hands,
To cry and drink
This holy law
the country has, without a doubt ...
There is a place
Such a land.

Hope they teach
those who at stake
could through
their life and fate!
For fathers’ graves
for third of May ...
There is a place
Such a land.

From generations’ pains,
From sacrificial blood
victorious glory
are coming days ...
So help me, God,
withstand me grant
Here is our place,
This is our land!

 

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