The homeland of the bird full of the blood of the homeland Blossoming flowers in the blood of the homeland of the martyred plateau and the night of the homeland of the foot to the head
of the blood of the homeland The song of the prisoner of the homeland The ode to the destruction of the
stars The executioners of darkness even though they fall to the ground Dawn rise again to sing
again, this imprisoned tribe, say the song of breaking the song to sing in the blood, this sacrificial tribe, the last word
with the executioners if you torture It is a bond and a whip and a dagger, if the machine gun and the ring
are with us, the descendants of sacrifice with us, the pride of liberation
in the name of iron and wheat , now the song of freedom, here is the song of our people
today, today the cry of our tomorrow, the great day of the promise,
say that I will sing again, with all my friends, say the song of breaking the flower that I sing in blood, again with my heart and soul, say the last word
