And the unfortunate person
Here! Raised winner
In a broad land, prophet
Of an even wider soul.
The gold, the gem
And the treasure,
Ηoly relics, True cross,
Every conducive chancel.
And everything the West, the South brings
The East, the Norther,
I put in front of your feet
So you can step on them.
I'm dying a thousand deaths
For a touch of yours
Your kiss deserves, love,
A thousand redemptions!
I am from one homeland,
And as much as I forget it
I go, I go towards one homeland,
To stand now and forever.