| The sun on the meadow is summery warm.
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| The stag in the forest runs free.
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| But gather together to greet the storm.
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| Tomorrow belongs to me.
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| The branch of the linden is leafy and green,
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| The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.
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| But somehow a glory awaits unseen.
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| Tomorrow belongs to me.
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| The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
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| The blossom embraces the bee.
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| But soon, says a whisper: «Arise, arise,
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| Tomorrow belongs to me»
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| Oh fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign
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| Your children have waited to see.
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| The morning will come when the world is mine.
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| Tomorrow belongs...
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| Tomorrow belongs...
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| Tomorrow belongs to me!
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| Tomorrow belongs...
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| Tomorrow belongs...
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| Tomorrow belongs to me! |