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Dreaming of the land that existed a long time ago

When nature and war were still the same

Once so beautiful land, fertile and pure

Pristine and rampant nature

Clear-watered lakes as far as eyes can see

Untouched wilderness

Humble folk, calm as the nocturnal night sky

Living from the forests and soil

Nurturing each other

A plague of cross arrives

Era of swords and spears, sadness and hate

Blood was shed and the earth was mangled

With steel we fought the men of the cross

And the smell of the christian blood

And the yells of our dying fathers filled the air

Our shrines were crushed and homes burned

For the way of the church and christian values

Lands and fortunes plundered

The glare of embers once our home in the dark horizon

This paradise would never be the same again

And the tears of our fatherland fell