Stand
up, Ingria, wake well up to work,
the twilight reflects morning yet to you.
The light into the night of your life
is spreading, oh, beloved fatherland.
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Once
another time the beautiful melody
will echo through the dearest fatherland,
there will be a victory of light and freedom,
the folk will go to sing with joy.
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Brighting
yet in rays of morning
the hope wakes in hearts of your children.
Stand up, Ingria, the night is ending,
stand up, stand up, your moment is beating. |
[And
with] furious hearing the call
then it echoes with full breast:
Stand up, Ingria, your song is sounding,
stand up, the twilight is changing to the daylight! |