In whispers soft and cries aloud, 
In streets where truth is fiercely vowed, 
We carve our thoughts in air and stone, 
A right that’s ours, and ours alone.

No chains shall bind the words we weave, 
Nor silence force our tongues to leave. 
For in each voice, a fire burns bright, 
To pierce the veil of silent night.

In echoes vast, our spirits soar, 
Through winds of change and seas of war. 
No walls can hold, no bars contain, 
The storm of thought, the rebel’s reign.

So let the world in chorus sing, 
Of freedom’s joy and justice’s ring. 
For every word, though soft or bold, 
Is worth its weight in dreams of gold.

Stand tall against the storm's embrace, 
For truth and speech, we all must face. 
And in the end, with courage prove, 
We stand for all— 
Free Durov.