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Oh, let us sing songs full of love,
 * Bohemian national songs of love;

For as long as Bohemians sing,
 * Their national life cannot take wing.

Go wander all over our land,
 * Over valley and wood-crowned hill,

There’s not a place without a band,
 * Or song, like a mountain rill.

The Bohemian lion loved song—
 * Songs he sang against every wrong;

And when for his country he fought,
 * It was also with song that he taught.

Even the castle Vyšehrad
 * Shook when Záboj the minstrel sang,

Like Orfej, upon the green sod,
 * War songs that like clear trumpets rang.

For this reason Bohemians should sing,
 * That their national life n’er take wing.