Oh the time it will come
When all borders are gone
And the freedom
Will be rising
And a poet sings his song
About the place whre he is from
Well this progress ain't surprising

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Well we people will see
That we all can be free
And the lonesome
Will be smiling
When the curtains will drop
Rejection will stop
And hatred will be dieing

Chorus

And the sun it will shine
And all sheep will be fine
And they'll live
Together as one
Well when people will give
Then people will live
Well freedom soon will come

Chorus