I see again, smiling in you The sweet effigy of my dear mother In your heart I drink again in the sweet, radiant air Of my fatherland That awakened my mind You are beautiful, like my banner Blazing amid the vapors of battle You are joyous, like the vision Of glory promised to the victor You are beautiflu, you are joyous Yes, love has made a poet out of me
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