Motherland, my native-land,
Thou hast been again reduced to sand;
Once again these men have made you
That Old Woman, my motherland!
I look from here to there about
And my heart crosses this doubt
As how could it ever be:
Can I Not Help My Dear Country?
They freed thee years ago--
They drove out mortal enemy;
But worse fates have brought you down,
These three scores and years three...
Give me your voice my Motherland,
I'll do my best for all to see;
I'll free thee from all--all's enow:
I Shall Bring Back Our Dignity!
In times when your sons leave--
Desert their mother in troubled-sea,
I promise Mother, give a word
And I shall bring back Liberty...!
...Tell me your heart my Motherland,
Share your sorrows do, with me;
None could doubt, I shall bring back:
Get back our lost Liberty.....