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Tha solas na grèine ag èirigh, soilleir thar ar tìr,
A’ seirm tro na raointean, àm ri teachd làidir, mòr.
Ann an cridhe na dùthcha, far a bheil ar n-uaill beò,
Tha sinn ag èirigh còmhla, ceangailte mar aon.
Flòiria gu bràth, ann an aonachd tha sinn,
Dùthaich na glòire, aonaichte fon tìr seo.
Le cridheachan nan teine, tron stoirm bidh sinn a’ triall,
Airson bruadar ar daoine, air ath-bhreith gu sìorraidh.
Ann am bruadaran an ama ri teachd, tha ar cridheachan mar aon,
Tro gach dùbhlan, ruigidh sinn a-mach dhan t-solas.
Le misneachd gun chrìoch, gabhaidh sinn ris an strì,
Airson Flòiria a-màireach, seasaidh sinn airson na còrach.
Flòiria gu bràth, ann an aonachd tha sinn,
Dùthaich na glòire, aonaichte fon tìr seo.
Le cridheachan nan teine, tron stoirm bidh sinn a’ triall,
Airson bruadar ar daoine, air ath-bhreith gu sìorraidh.
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The light of the sun rises, bright in our land,
Echoing through the fields, a future strong and grand.
In the heart of the nation, where our pride does stand,
We rise together, bound by a common hand.
Floria, forever, in unity we stand,
A nation of glory, united by this land.
With hearts ablaze, we march through the storm,
For the dream of our people, forever reborn.
In dreams of the future, our hearts unite,
Through every challenge, we reach for the light.
With courage unwavering, we take up the fight,
For Floria’s tomorrow, we stand in the right.
Floria, forever, in unity we stand,
A nation of glory, united by this land.
With hearts ablaze, we march through the storm,
For the dream of our people, forever reborn.
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