Lyrics Lusatia - Marco Monteverde

In the heart of Lusatia dear
Sorabian words we hold near
With the rhythm of our old drums beat
Echoes of our history, sweet
Lusatia calls, our voices rise
Sorabian pride, under ancient skies
Lusatia calls, we stand as one
With the language of our foregone
From the valleys green to the river's flow
Our ancestors' whispers let us know
In every word and song we've sung
The legacy of where we come from
Lusatia calls, our voices rise
Sorabian pride, under ancient skies
Lusatia calls, we stand as one
With the language of our foregone
Generations past, their stories live
In every tale, our roots we give
From the elders' wisdom to the child's gaze
Sorabian spirit through the nights and days
Lusatia calls, our voices rise
Sorabian pride, under ancient skies
Lusatia calls, we stand as one
With the language of our foregone
In Lusatia's heart, we belong
With Sorabian words, forever strong
I can feel so many nations gone
With Sorabian words, forever strong
In the summer's warmth or winter's chill
The spirit of Lusatia guides us still
From the fields of grain to the woods so deep
In every heartbeat, our pride we keep
Lusatia calls, our voices rise
Sorabian pride, under ancient skies
Lusatia calls, we stand as one
With the language of our foregone
With every note, we share our song
Through love and laughter, we all belong