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The time we have upon us has arrived Salvation from the skies shall rise Time to free ourselves from the cuffs It's time for the do It's time to fix the unjustified do Caused by the enternal war and cry The promised land we deserve The only truth we know From the righteous works Shevchenko's words may live within us For the glory, for the do of right! Oh, Moses, it's time to lead us It's time to rise again from the ashes Shall not feel wrath to those who die To those who cry To those who lie The do you came for shall you do Witnessed by you or not, is it justified? The suffering we go through Anger, lies and the deadly sins Spreading across the land of miserables! The miserables, who used to thrive To fly higher than they imagined

To love like no one did before To work as hard as they do The dark shadow has appeared Unclaryfying the visibility of the free Dark times have come to us Striking, knocking the doors! What shall we do, where shall we hide? A Man replied, without thinking twice "Hide shall we not, fight we must" And chosen the Moses he was The one, who will lead people The one to return the land of free In the hands of the free To allude the darkness it's time to bye! To allure the ones who travel and listen To return the land, the promised one To us, the people of free The suffered and damned will flourish at once And the words of the prophet will be heard Врага не буде, супостата А буде син, і буде мати, І будуть люде на землі Who is the Moses, asked a child the Man the Man replied: "The Moses is the People, for fate they decide"