Hidden through the hills of Scotland
Free and true are men and women
Trees and ground, dead leaves and blossom
Still lives the home soul of freedom
It's not needed to be outside
It's not needed to be out of jail
It's not needed the power of state
For dignity and descent human pride
Highland lochs and Lowland rivers
Even with no pipe , no tartan
Will belong to Caledonians
Despite London's hate, for ever
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In the shelter of the mountains of Scotland,
Free and true, men and women,
Trees and earth, dead leaves, blossoms,
In the country still lives the soul of freedom
It is not necessary to be elsewhere
It is not necessary to be out of prison
It is not obligatory, state power
To keep dignity and normal pride
Lochs of the Highlands, rivers of the Lowlands
Even without bagpipes, without tartan
Will be for the Caledonians
Despite London and its hatred, forever

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