The country's rugged heathland See the nation's sea and sand This our people's pride and joy now Yeah, this our motherland
(chorus) Soar aloft you Golden Eagle High above the sea and sand High above the dark oak forests now Hail to you my motherland
Old ancient oak trees And dark beech groves Greening birch trees Frame the meadow-land, soar aloft now...
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Farmers and towns-people, of true blood stock Always hail now to their homeland, in loyalty, soar aloft now Here motherland, always be our watchword Our loyalty to the homeland, in all times to come, soar aloft now...