Fly away on wings of wind <br>
To native lands, our native song, <br>
To there, where we sang you freely, <br>
Where we were so carefree with you. <br>
There, under the hot sky, <br>
With bliss the air is full, <br>
There, to the murmur of the sea, mountains doze in the clouds. <br>
There, the sun shines so brightly, <br>
Bathing [our] native mountains in light. <br>
In the meadows, roses bloom luxuriously, <br>
And nightingales sing in the green forests; <br>
And sweet grape grows. <br>
There is more freedom for you there, my song… <br>
And so, fly away!