Stay here! The sun of a stranger's sky
Won't keep you warm like this one does;
Bitter are bites of bread
Where there's no one yours, and where no brother is near.
Who could find a mother better than their own?
And your mother is this country.
Take a look at the chaos and the fields,
The graves of your grandfathers are everywhere.
They were giants of this country,
Bright idols who knew how to defend it,
You, too, shall stay in this country
And give a well of your blood to it.
Like an empty branch, when autumn's wings
Take her leaves off and plow her with ice,
Would be your motherland without you;
And a mother cries for its child.
Don't let a single tear fly from your eye.
Come back to her armful of world;
Live so that you could die
On her field where glory meets you!
Everybody knows you and loves you here,
And over there, nobody recognizes you;
Even your empty stone land is better
Than flower fields where a stranger walks.
Here everybody shakes your brotherly hand -
In a stranger's world wormwoods bloom for you;
Everything, everything connects you to these stones:
Your name and language, brotherhood, and the holy blood.
Stay here! The sun of a stranger's sky
Won't keep you warm like this one does;
Bitter are bites of bread
Where there's no one yours, and where no brother is near.
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