[Светлана Артепалихина]

Помогите, плиз, перевести заключительный кусок песни.
this is the hour
this is our land
we found the power
in our brother's hand
and from a storm
pierced with life
fierce and white
the lightning came
a brightening flame
to end the night

one man to heed us
each girl, each boy
one voice to lead us
in a song of joy
this is the hour
this is the land.
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