My country, our country,
My fatherland, my motherland!
You have become a land of leviathan paucity;
A land pregnant with mammoth agony and grief!
Ah, my fatherland is my fatherland no more,
For the son now bears the pains of an orphan,
Carrying a cross too, too hefty; lifeless yet living.
Am I truly my father's son?
......
My country, our country,
My fatherland, my motherland!
You have become a land of leviathan paucity;
A land pregnant with mammoth agony and grief!
Ah, my fatherland is my fatherland no more,
For the son now bears the pains of an orphan,
Carrying a cross too, too hefty; lifeless yet living.
Am I truly my father's son?
......