Rjana Łužica,sprawna přećelna,mojich serbskich wótcow kraj,mojich zbóžnych sonow raj,swjate su mi twoje hona!
Časo přichodny,zakćěj radostny!Ow, zo bychu z twojehoklina wušli mužojo,hódni wěčnoh wopomnjeća!
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Bitwu bijachu,horcu, železnu,něhdy serbscy wótcojo,wójnske spěwy spěwajo.Štó nam pójda waše spěwy?
Boha čorneho,stare kralestworapak nětko wobydli,stary moch so zeleni,na skale, kiž wołtar běše.
Lusatia, beautiful,Gracious, dutiful,Land of Sorbian forebears’ toil,Land of dreams, resplendent soil,Sacred are to me thy pastures.
May thy future beBlooming joyously!Oh, may from thy womb appearPeople that the world holds dear,Worthy of eternal memory!
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Battles hotly fought,Wars of iron wrought,Our forebears proudly sang.Words of war songs loudly rang.Who will now tell us their stories?
Once the black god’s land,Ancient creed’s last stand,Now a raven’s perch is there,Ancient moss on rocks once bare,Altars for our forebears’ worship.