No man or madness, though their sad power may prevail,Can possess, conquer my country's heart, they rise to fail.She is eternal, long before nations' lines were drawn,When all flags flew, when all armies stood, my land was born.And you ask me why I love her, through wars, death and despair,She's the constant, we who don't care,And you wonder, will I leave her, but how?I crossed over borders, but I'm still there now,How can I leave her? Where would I start?Let man's petty nation tear themselves apart,My land's only borders lie around my heart.
