1. Whenever the day falls in the blood of dusk
At those slopes when dusk appears

2. My wounds hurt me at the memory of the first one
To fall from weapons on the mountain slopes

3. Our blood has flowed and the conquerors rejoiced
They crouched in the soil, ruling lords

4. Robbing the world of the best they own
They stood submissive in the dark morning

5. Lulling the sleepers to prolong the slumber
The land of that wasteland and vast meadows

6. They left it barren for the winds to sweep
Where is the vegetation and semblance of meadows

7. They left among us a memory like darkness
And went from here after a long stay

8. Their footsteps in the sand are about to vanish
The open spaces denied them, the minds rejected them