The cold nights in Prague never end
and you are thinking of your own land
At least you know that it's lying
somewhere under the same sky
that you see through the bars
of your narrow window
and you imagine the eyes
of your wife, they must be crying tears for you
I will sing, I will never stop
until they take my life away
I'll resist, I will never fall
until they take my life away
In winter snow is falling
it reminds you of your distant northern land
and you don't know if the birds can bring your call so far
so that you could be heard
One thousand voices are marching
and singing your songs in the world
You are never alone
your comrades are taking your hand towards freedom
I will sing...
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