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Concord, brothers! Stand by our mother
 * Our mighty mother our only love.

And let the light of our glorious past
 * Shine on the lion flag from above.

Long sleep has made us once more strong,
 * The future will us honor yield.

Only concord, concord, brothers,
 * Shield us, St. Václav, with thy shield,

Ah, once the sun of glory shining,
 * Illustrious made Bohemia’s name.

From the Baltic to the Adriatic,
 * Our native land was known to fame.

The sun shone, and our land was great,
 * From mountain top to fruitful field.

Only concord, concord, brothers,
 * Shield us, St. Václav, with thy shield.

Bohemia spake, and the world trembled—
 * From far and wide they quaking heard.

She raised her voice to God, and heaven,
 * By holy song of hers, was stirred.

It was Bohemia’s voice that sang,
 * The truth that from her mountains pealed.

Only concord, concord, brothers,
 * Shield us, St. Václav, with thy shield.

Oh, for the true words, and the true faith,
 * Of our Cyril and Methodej.

Bohemia on the bloody mountains
 * Lost their freedom through faith in you.