1. There, with that knowledge,
Are our homes from the past,

2. My eyes see their squares,
Yet my feet do not head to them.

3. If leaving them was hard for me,
I would ransom their soil with my blood.

4. I bid farewell to my homeland as it turns to dusk,
A refuge for the riffraff of nations,

5. Abandoned by its noble and generous people.
There, I had family,

6. Friends and neighbors.
There, I had hope,

7. Joys and sorrows.
But the turns of fate estranged us -

8. Neither we nor they exist.
A country sold for pittance

9. By treacherous wheeler-dealers,
And people scattered across the earth -

10. Had it not been for betrayal, they would not have been disgraced.
Tomorrow, the free will shatter

11. The shackles of humiliation and shame.
Tomorrow, the homelands will be cleansed

12. Of the tyranny of villains.
Tomorrow, the long-awaited tomorrow of vengeance must come,

13. And the face of truth must shine forth.
I will go forth, shrouded in my burial cloth,

14. To raise my nation's flag,
And defend the homes of my ancestors,

15. Despite the pain of ordeals.
If I die a martyr for truth

16. And loyalty to the cause,
Bury me on the heights,

17. Above the summit of spears.
There in the ancient soil

18. I will slumber for all time.
When will we return to the past,

19. Free of oppression's tyranny?
When will we vanquish the oppressor,

20. And appease the raging soul?
When we will leave no dissidents

21. In our homelands?
When we will wash the countries with the blood of tyrants,

22. And take vengeance?