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Živé naj vsi naródi, 		God's blessing on all nations,
ki hrepené dočakat dan, 	Who long and work for that bright day,
da, koder sonce hodi, 		When o'er earth's habitations
prepir iz svéta bo pregnan, 	No war, no strife shall hold its sway;
da rojak 			Who long to see
prost bo vsak, 			That all men free,
ne vrag, le sosed bo mejak! 	No more shall foes, but neighbours be.