English translation - provided by Zarina Kozlov Who will heal our wounds? Thus lament my people, Who will help to carry loads of life? Why we have to bear so many evils, So many troubles, woes, and strife? Thus my people weep, hungry, meager, feeble, Searching for the truth, compassion, love In the filthy, cold villages and cities, Like a blind man who wandered off Is there no hope or no freedom? Is there no physician who could heal? Why then the beloved daughter of my people Unconsolably sheds poignant tears? Isn’t Lord still offering forgiveness? Or your faith and hope forever lost? There is still salvation that is freely given Humbly go back to that old cross In his vile schemes devil is successful, Tramping love and sowing seed of evil, Who will heal our wounds? Who will take off fetters? Who from our chains will set us free?

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