przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/On_this_festive_hourOn.txt
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On this festive hour
On this festive hour you say, as always:
Glory faithful hearts, glory to the working people,
Those who ... / illegible /
Who's hot furnaces tames fire.
Chorus:
Glory to those who are raising gold bread,
Glory to those whose light and enviable fate,
Who cherished goal distinguishes away,
Full of life in business, for the land of happiness,
Full of life in business, for the happiness of their native land!
On this festive hour you say, as always:
Glory to those who are in the forest creates the city,
Who's flight reached the unreachable heights,
Someone at our borders service brings peace!
Chorus.
On this festive hour let you be heard
In any language of the song of our country.
Let the sighing accordion, let him play zurna,
Many songs we have, but the soul in them - one!
Chorus.
Full of life in the affairs of their native land for the sake of happiness!