you build it again, my country, too, with brick
of my life I will rely on the column Column
done with my bones Still I'll tell you some flowers for your young
yet become blood for you
And flood with our tears
If I die a hundred years
I will rise up from the grave To combat malicious
your
If I'm old now
Having a chance to learn
begin
Youth Together with young people.
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