Now it's over again, so short you are, so much light you bring...
The green woods, the lakes of my childhood
Are my shield against the modern age...
Oh my brothers, my sisters raise your heads
Enjoy this period, be proud, be happy
Hail to your ancestors...
Now, my life is ending and I have to go to Man*la...
It's not heaven, it's not hell and my memory will live on and on...