The hereos of my fatherland
strived for a betterland
Like the king of the jungle
my hereos ruled
Like the sun in the sky
they shone brightness
Now time has gone too far
for the hands of the clock to be reversed
The pain of them in rain
Seems to have gone in vain
The people of my land crave a better place
A place far from home
With thought of melancholy
Tears of anguish filled their eyes
The hereos of my fatherland
Thy stake is at hand
Your home is gone
Gone too far
We sit and wait for tomorrow
to deliver the future
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