Текст песни P.S.7.62 - Просьба к Богам

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Through fear through the pain of loss
Every day, every battle shall win,
Sun Light shuts shadow.
Glorifying ancestors again raise our hands to the sky.

Give Well, the gods, the forces in the battles,
Help us regain their will.

Time can not be reversed,
Do not ignite bonfires, we continue past the flame,
On the ground, grandfathers and fathers
The occupier wants to make us slaves.

Xin forests in the gold fields,
What keeps the memory of the great battle
We learn to be even stronger,
For good reason they have shed the blood of all.

Again, leave the sun at sunset,
All the earth will once again be at the mercy of the night,
Do not be sad, do not be sad, brother,
We will return all that is ours, I know for sure!