Oh Freedom
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom, Oh freedom over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. No more moanin', no more moanin' no more moanin' over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. No more weepin', no more weepin' no more weepin' over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. No more shootin', no more shootin' no more shootin' over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. No more cryin', no more cryin' no more cryin' over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. There'll be singin', here'll be singin' there'll be singin' over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free. (?eská sloka) Jménem lásky, jménem hn?vu, zpívám tob?, lide m?j, nejvíc svobody si važ a ?ím víc jí postrádáš o to blíž v dobách zlých p?i ní st?j





