There is an unknown fear
In the sky tonight
There is fire in the valley
And the snow-capped mountains high above
Are drenched in blood of dead enemies
The tempest of fear rises high
All along the dusty roads of history
Victory! Victory!
is all we hear
for dead are my brothers
for dead are my sisters
In the land of the victorious
Brave heroes of history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Victory Victorious land For my brothers sisters relatives neighbors All dead are our heroes and heroines Now we have to be successful successors