At the school on my notebook, on my desk, on trees, I write your name
On read sheets, on pure white pages, I wrote your name
On besternt images, on artilleries, rifles, on kings' crowns
On most beautiful nights, on the freshest bread of the day, I write your name
On farms and scope, on wings of birds,
On the mill under the shadow, I write
On waked path, on flattened road,
On crowded areas, your name, hey Freedom..
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