«Ми паралітики з блискучими очима

Душею сильні, волею слабкі

За спинами у нас ростуть орлині крила

Але кайданками ми були прикуті до турецької землі.»

It is a heavy sword

For old hands to swing

It is a heavy song

For young hearts to sing

We are chained to foreign lands

With eyes still sparkling

And with trembling hands

And hearts never hardening

Feel eagle wings

Behind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us fire and closure

Feel eagle wings

Behind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us time and closure

It is a heavy sword

For old hands to swing

It is a heavy song

For young hearts to sing

We are chained to foreign lands

With eyes still sparkling

And with trembling hands

And hearts nevеr hardening

Feel eagle wings

Bеhind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us fire and closure

Feel eagle wings

Behind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us time and closure

Feel eagle wings

Behind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us fire and closure

Feel eagle wings

Behind our shoulders

Prometheus king

Grant us time and closure

Grant us time and closure