The Morning

Our rich fields turned to graveyards
Thousands living to dead
Though we fought them so hard
We were slaughtered today

Sparkling brooks filled with our blood
As our soldiers fell dead
All the living left mournful
Lying corpses to graves

My country, your freedom is passing away
Our freedom, will you ever come back?



Credits
Writer(s): Pavel Slíva
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