Letra Suite - The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Suite

Cold, hard, empty
Light that has left me How could I know that you would die?
Farewell again, our dear land
So hard for us to imagine that it’s real, and not a dream
Motherland, native home
Farewell, our Motherland
Let’s go; the sea is waiting for us The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides!
Hail to our fathers and forefathers
We are faithful to the covenant made with the past
Now nothing can stop
Our Motherland’s victorious march
Sail on fearlessly
Pride of the Northern Seas
Hope of the Revolution, you are the burst of faith of the people
In October, in October
We report our victories to you, our Revolution
And to the heritage left by you for us