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The sun on the meadow is summery warm.
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The stag in the forest runs free.
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But gather together to greet the storm.
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Tomorrow belongs to me.

The branch of the linden is leafy and
Green,
The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen.
Tomorrow belongs to me.

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
The blossom embraces the bee.
But soon, says a whisper
""Arise, arise,
Tomorrow belongs to me""

Oh Fatherland, Fatherland,
Show us the sign
Your children have waited to see.
The morning will come
When the world is mine.
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Autor: Andrzej Peszynski