♪ La, la, la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la.
Wow!
Come
to Carpathia,
come to Lovriz,
people will always be glad to see you.
They will meet you with bread and salt,
they will sing a song for you,
that is not our world, but theirs.
In the blue distance,
the song is in the mountains,
about a wonderful land,
a charming land, a cherry-blossom-tree.
Oh, my land,
my native land,
a song land,
for all this it is a work.
You are my love,
my native motherland.
Oh, my land, my native motherland.
Oh,
my land,
my native land,
a song land,
for all this it is a work.
You are my love,
my native motherland.
