Oh, let me, people of the country

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OH, LET ME, PEOPLE OF THE COUNTRY,
In hours of that mental torment
Congratulate you from the prison
On happy great spring holiday!

It'll settle down, it'll go away,
The sorrows'nd worries'll truly fade,
Our roads will be so smooth again
The garden'll bloom as in those days.

We'll call our mind for helping us,
We'll sweep the disease with the power of science
As a family together we will survive
These days of memorable cruel hard trials.

We will become much purer and wiser,
Not giving up to the darkness and fear,
We will take heart in that happy period,
Become so closer from one to the other.

And let's enjoy our life more than once
At this luxurious holiday table,
We pray, may Merciful Almighty send
A particle of blessedness to every hearth!