歌词
On far-flung plain
We grazed as our forebear
In the deepest forest
Hunting for feed
Among setting sun
We lighted on needfire
When moon rises in welkin
We sang this song
Till a cold spring
Hun invaded to here
From then on
Rhythm fade away
But we never lose
Passion of freedom
Under scorching sun
Under...
Huns bodies
Hunting theirs
Hunting theirs
When battle was over
We stand on Huns bodies
Cheers for the victory
Cry for dead
In nippy bise
We hear familiar rhythm
A forgotten song
We sing again